When you feel me come for you

My face will be your warn

Because I never have, I think

You mistook me so

In kindness, strength, compassion

I came to you, your need

Too many times, without a thought

Myself, to me, meant naught

Without the very few of things

I need to breathe and be

A darkened, worthless cretin

Without you I might see

Tis better to feel and see myself

Just one tormentors rule