Shield Of Pain Poem by The Queen's Dagger

I once hated your very existence,
loathed your morbid prescence;
wished that you were gone.
But it's all changing.

You have marred me,
but wounds do heal.

The poison you injected
into my veins,
now it's an antidote;
a shield of pain.

You have marred me,
but wounds do heal.

Without your mindless torture,
your innocent abuse,
I don't know who I'd be.
You made me learn to realize
some things I never knew.

You have marred me,
but wounds do heal.

Much time has passed,
still I thank you,
I thank you.
I thank you
for this shield of pain.