Each time he defies himself,
The overwhelming pain gets tighter.
Around his skin it coils and tears,
A lesson teaching him to be a fighter.
Guilty blood drips down from his wounds,
The agonizing skin crushes his vile acts with fear.
His face is covered in dried blood,
Except where it is washed away from his tears.
Each tightening squeeze of the barbs,
Is a shrieking, gut-wrenching pain.
The black colored barbs, stained a deep red,
Will never be washed away, even from the rain.
Walking the earth with shadows and flames,
He is becoming stronger and harder to maintain.
His barbed-wire skin is now his new weapon,
It releases his anger that was so hard to contain.
He has become an invincible monster,
His muscles growing bigger beneath the coiled wire.
Bigger and stronger, more barbed-wire curls around faster,
They are powered by the devil and created by fire.
The chrome barbs protrude out everywhere,
They cling and pry, embedding in his skin.
He hates as much as he loves this new pain,
This barbed-wire skin is his enemy, weapon and kin.
