Whip of Iron

"Whip of Iron"
Written by: Red Lady

I can feel your screams rake against my soft, cream skin. And all of what you were is no more within. All enemies at bay; at peace with their war...with rancid tongues inspired for gore. My time's well spent just to crush their will...feeling their fear; making their blood spill. My deadened humanity's imprisoned for blight, while I'm left seeing all in a crimson new light.
Sometimes I wonder where the world is...if, indeed, the world is this. Even so or even naught, I have to show them the blood they have bought.
I used to be satisfied, but now I grow weary...
My soul begins searching, but the might-be's are too dreary.
I am, who I am...of that I surely know. And with these true words...watch my darkness grow.
So back to the beginning, the last and the first. Continue, please, to heal my thirst....

I taste the blood upon your shackles and I know that this is justice. Who you were is now no more...Can you see it now, through your clouded dead eyes?
My hand cups your cold chin.
Aparently not.

No freedom for you; your cell is littered with your soul. I continue staring at you...
Your dead body hangs so stiffly, but limp in crimson blood and shadow. Your blood is drying. It is in your crusty hair. So sad...you gave up everything for your fallacies. The Light did not save you. I tore your soul from your own body. It is not in heaven; it is here with me.

Don't you understand!? It could have been different! You could have walked beside me. But now your screams are no more...And with a grim pleasure I cut you down from your chains and you immediately fall to the cold stone floor.
You are dead to me, now.
Your future is nonexistent.
I hold your soul in my left hand's grip...
And walk away, with my face as the floor, from humanity's iron whip.