A Pawn to the Shadows

Curse it all! Who are you?
I know your words, they are not true.
A puppeter, pulling my strings,
Orchestrating these dark things.
I'm your pawn, a simple fool.
You use me as your murderous tool.
I see my brain, it is not well.
Tainted here in my bleak hell.
I black out, then I see red,
all I love, I shall find dead.
Am I sane? I cannot say,
where I'll be, at the end of the day.
On the gallows? In a cell?
All I know, is it is Hell.
I'll break these chains,
that bind me tight,
and back to you,
I'll bring the fight.
No more to be,
your simple slave.
Soon I will dance,
upon your grave.

This is probably the exact meaning of this forum. Keep up the good work, I look forward to more.

Thanks, I wrote this one after checking out the topics.

Very good. I can see how you taped into your deepest darkness. Excelent.