I hear bones breaking.

I don't mind the pain.

Whether I give or receive

The high is the same.


I see life drip down like scarlet rain.

I savor your every breath

Now twisted and strained.


I won't feel your pain;

But you won't feel again.


I fall to my knees

And laugh through the screams:


"You fought back,

Playing right into my hand.

You may have gotten the better of me,

But I win in the end."