Tonight you are going to suffer and I will be the last glimpse of anything you seeIs pain real?Do you believe in pain?I want to walk away but I sit and watch you slowly fall in and out of consciousnessThe painThe panicGrab your chest, feel your heart wanting to break throughThe throbbing grows and turns into a steady poundThis is real; Fear is realDo you believe in fear?The leisure of my scolding action happens to leave a staggered expression on your bloated faceThe impact leaves a scarCan you smell the concern; This rancid scent of horrorI am always amazed how little I know you