Blood was pouring from my mouth,
but still I stood like stone.
No inch to be moved,
my words were iron as they grated my tongue.
Teeth were dropping from your every cell.
Sharp, jagged fangs
that never spoke
and ironed out the wrinkles on your skin.
You called my name;
you called me son and still I overran you.
No absolution in the world
would ever bridge our hearts.
I would never comply.