Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 You Will Bow

You dare to demand that I fall,

That you won't bow to me you say.

Cold blooded fake I hear you call.

And you will take my breath away?

Open my dying eyes you preach

That you'll survive and not give in.

You think that you're beyond my reach,

Like you're some saint that has no sin.

You do admit my darkness is

About, and ever on the rise,

Cuz no one's better at my biz.

Your fall should come as no surprise.

From heaven I already fell,

And I made your whole world my hell.