Slithering

With bleeding scars
I walk on through
The fields of thorns
In defiance of
Pain and suffering
My body is
Weak and ravaged
But my will is
Stronger than hate

Onward i march
With blood in my eyes
Clawing with mangled limbs
Against stinging fangs

For i want all
To feel this pain
I want everyone
To bleed and weep
I will cast aside
My torn flesh
I shall finally
Shed my skin
And slither on through

Kill for him!