Malefic Man

I’m running.

But he is following.

I’m hiding.

But he will always find me.

I’m bruising.

But he doesn’t care.

I’m begging.

But he never listens.

I

’m fighting.

But he holds me back.

I’m dying by choice.

But still under his whip.

Even though my life he has taken, it’s still not good enough for him.
He will always want more, he will always seem sweet.

But he’s not.

He’ll promise you love and take hold your soft hand, you think he’ll reach the heavens.

But he’s a malefic man.