A notch on your belt?

Marooned
Surrounded by infantile fears
Like a phantom mist
Your presence haunts me
Forsaken
with lacerations
My soul left to bleed
Seduced
Drawn in your web
a notch
a dime
yeah, there are dozens
Just left for dead
Thunderous your voice
Making terrors out of dreams
Eons could pass
I will never heal
Somethings
time cannot squelch