Dear Twisted Fate

Dear twisted fate,

With your promise I wiped my slate.

Took the blade with a trembling grin,

Twisted the handle laced with sin.

I was embraced by the arms of death,

Bound to the pain oozing from his breath.

Shunned the torment escaping my eyes,

Became the object of his demise.

Twisted fate, you’ve given me a choice.

To drop the soul of Satan and rejoice.

Yet, enchanting torture, you caressed my flesh;

I fear I have drowned in his unrest.

Succumbing to his demented soul

Is my only hope of survival.

Dear twisted fate, I fear I have forsaken

My only will to live; he’s overtaken.