What is there left to say
That you’d left me here for dead
You didn’t expect me to survive
Sorry to say, you’ve been misled
I slowly regained my senses
Letting my rage grow bottled inside
I’ll unleash my fury upon you
There’s no use in trying to hide
I’ll take back what you robbed me
A life filled with bliss
But I’ll do so quietly
I’ll kill you with my poison kiss
Hate does something peculiar
To the human heart
It’s made me shrewd and cunning
I’ll make your death a work of art
When you tried to kill me
You left too much at stake
You didn’t finish the job
But I've learned from your mistake
The sweetest joy
The plot thickens
I start grinning
As the goosebumps
Crawl up my spine
Its time to get even
Even if that means
Leaving my current
Mental state of sanity
Death to humanity
I guess its the imperfect
Man in me
My morals hide
My smile is wide
Now is the time
That vengance is mine
Your teeth gnaw on my bones
The sound of grinding is the only thing that fills my ears
But it fills them from the inside out
Like a white noise
I am disconnected
I am impervious
Yet not immune to the sun
My skin bakes and cracks
And it gets filled with oil and grease and dirt and honey
from the bees that I crushed with my feet because their wings made too much wind
and it almost blew me off my feet
but I stayed grounded
I am the bark on the oak tree that the insects burrow into
They gnaw from the inside out and they make their homes and bear their children
I’ve raised a whole family inside of me
They’ve hollowed me into an empty vessel
The kind you leave under the kitchen sink that you pour grease and fat into but when you want to use me as a vase for your roses
The soap cannot remove the oils and I slowly fill your flowers
I kill them from the inside out
That is my revenge
The bitter taste of resentment
As the dish of revenge grows colder
Waiting, watching, planning
As you get older and older
You stall until the perfect moment
When he will pay for the things they've done
At the time strike, you pounce
And after all that time you've won
Your patience has finally paid off
His breath no longer taints the air
He's gone from this world forever
And it's his own fault no one cares
There once was a Queen who ruled a magical land.
She reigned with an iron fist on a dainty hand.
This Queen was much too mean with servants so humble
who kissed her feet while she only would grumble.
“I’ve had enough!” She said, her fists in the air,
her eyes of wicked flame, snakes in her hair!
What made this great Queen so wicked and bitter?
They all knew what made her skin shiver.
With looks of a tainted angel, this Queen was so mad.
There was no joy in her kingdom to be had.
T’was the doings of a man that made her this way
the Queen learned the hard way how evil they play.
How they twist, choke, slaughter and destroy a whole heart,
only after making art and breaking her apart.
So, in rage, this Queen commanded:
“Bring me the man who caused my pain!” She demanded.
As they brought him to her, she cackled with delight.
They all would witness an awful sight!
Everyone knew he’d wind up dead.
“The blade!” She screamed. “Now sever his head!”
And with that, the blade fell with a sudden: WHACK!
And with a satisfied grin, the Queen wore black.
P.S. Also went with a grim Doctor-Sues, creepy nursery rhyme type of theme. Let me know what you think! I love feedback.
P.S.S. I don't usually like rhyming, so feel free to message me and let me know if there are any other substitute words I could use to change things up. Thank you!
Feel the wrath
From the devil.
Feel the fire
Feel the burning
From inside you.
This is what it feels
To leave those you love.
This is what it feels like
To no longer care about those who thought you did.
Feel the fire in your veins.
Feel the heat in your lungs.
This is your guilt.
This is your revenge.
This is what you brought
Don’t bother me again,
For I no longer care for you.
So leave me now,
And go your own way.
The darkest path swerves along,
Across the emptiness of my fear.
There revenge glides with the tragic song,
About the melody where the deadlocks steer.
There is an intemperate power within my soul,
Somewhere underneath my core, it is unleashed.
It is that determines my unidentified goal
Where the pandemonium in my heart is unhitched.
It is an abrupt answer to hope
Whenever despair clutches me at the strife,
It is what that aids me to cope
For the plagues that surround my life.