Ringer Of The Bell

 whip cracks down
Blood streams from my gashes
My screams curdle with anguish
Tears roll down my puffy cheeks
Confused, is the crowd,
as no criime was committed

Your crazed eyes partake
Bloodthirsty
Craving my pain.
A smile flashes 'cross your face
My screams, your delight,
your chocolate sundae

And yet,
I hate not,
you who strikes me,
just the beating itself.
Like the dogs of Pavlov,
I curse not, the ringer of the bell,
but the demon's knell.

So today,
I declare war
on the ringer of the bell,
holder of the whip.
I despise youe every movement.
Your cursed breath, you medusa gaze.
Die, for a soul, you deserve not.
And take the rest of them with you.