Martyr
Sometimes it's not whether you live or die, but how you live or die. If we believe in ourselves enough, nothing can overcome us.
watching in the darkness
my heart beats out a scream
with all my failing strength
I pray it's just a dream
somewhere, up there, I see him
with claws and fangs outspread
each fiber of my being
is wailing silent dread
I turn to run, but cannot
what iron holds my feet?
once more I turn and face him
his eyes and my eyes meet
with boldness my back straightens
I'll die, but not in vain
"you cannot win", I whisper
"no matter how much pain"
he screams indignant fury
each breath could be my last
my stare, it never wavers
the end is coming fast
his first attack is subtle
a blast of doubt inside
he shows to me my whole life
mistakes I cannot hide
with strength of will I face them
I meet them one by one
I suddenly feel stronger
from what I've overcome
his next attack comes quickly
my self-esteem is gone
how can I face such evil?
why should my life go on?
but somewhere deep inside me
a feeling starts to grow
a feeling that I'm worth it
my body starts to glow
enraged, the Beast enwraps me
my bones and organs burst
I see death come to take me
one thing I must do first
with broken body falling
the frothing Beast above
I make my first and only strike
I give the Beast pure love
the burst of light consumes him
forever it extends
and thus it always happens
for true love has no end
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