You don't scare me anymore.

Not your perfect body,
Nor your hollow soul,
Not of that darkness, of being under control.
Not your strength,
Nor that smile shaped trapdoor.
Not of you, you don't scare me anymore.

No cringing at the scars.
Of those chaffing grips,

Left by you and your blasphemous whips.

No staring into the chasm of the dark.
No nightmares, no silent tears.
No shivers, no more of your fears.

No waiting for a glint of light,
No more watching my back,
For the fear of your spineless attacks.
Not scared of the water pouring down.
Nor of the silent, unhinged door.
You don't scare me anymore.

So, come, stand before me again.
I won't back down, I won't sway.
This time, you won't have your way.
You've had it, too many times, anyway.
I am strong, I bring with me, might.
It won't be fear that you'll see in my eyes.

Give your best shot, I'd like to see you try.
You may have won, many times before.
But you see, I am not fragile anymore.
The wounds have healed
My spirit reinforced.
No, you don't scare me anymore.