The Patchwork Demon

Stitched together from bl*ody bandages and love letters
Breath poisonous smoke and hellfire
As a grin forms from sharpened stained glass
Pieces torn off and scattered
Weakened never killed
Eternal mas*chist rising to meet every punch
Never one to let a good hit go to waste
The grin permanent 
Having no muscles to keep his drooling mouth shut
Eyes made from polished bone
Yet a gaze that pierces every heart