The Lover Hidden By Pain Poem by Napa Napa

That beast that you hid from comes a knocking,
Just waiting for the right time to spring into action.
To unleash all the strength of hell itself.
Once it comes to light all control is given in.
Turns into a game instead of life and death.
The blood against your skin ignites instead of defeats,
To tease death itself now that is the real dance.
Power flows through your veins like fire pulsing every muscle.
Nuckles craving to break skin even bones.
Only to hope that their last breath is under your power.
War began the skin breaking under your fist.
The slick blood to egg you on in needing more.
To Take all hope, power, and control.
Painting the walls, the room bright red.
Making abstract art with someone's life as the brush.
The cracking of bones feeds the beast's every desire.
Helplessness comes over the victim pleading for a way out,
Time to breathe only to fall to our game.
This fire baptizes you in blood to be reborn in victory.
Craving every second of life to shatter under our power.
Wanting life to cave, to give in.
Just to beg the boatman to relieve this horror.
Pushing until there is nothing left but bones.
Our fists become numb just fire is left.
That last breath released was hardly recognizable or even human.
Crying, wailing over the life taken.
Our beast is still hungry wanting another, to that we drink the blood of our victims.
Just to place their head too in our hall of fame.
The beast was fed by fire dripping with blood and passion.
Willing to wait to knock down our door once again.