The darkness inside of me waits,
eagerly to get the revenge that i seek,
to cure the emptiness you left inside of me,
to better the spirit you abused,
to make my life worth living once again,
to kill off the evils that you have done,
Patiently waiting for you to come to your senses,
then crush you and knock you down,
i will make you see who you are,
you will know how sick you become,
you will lead your life as a failure,
i cannot find any words that describe you and your actions,
i am angry, hurt, upset,
i will seek my revenge,
you will be destroyed,
just like you destroyed me.
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 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.
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
I'd hope one night
the guilt comes
creeping, creeping, creeping
up to where you're sleeping.
It grabs your fingers,
turns them icy cold,
and the nightmares
You wake up in the dark
and there's no one there.
It's cold and quiet.
You can't fall back to sleep
because what's behind your eyes
is more terrifying than the blackest
I'd hope you'd cry for me there in the dark,
wishing I was there to hold you.
If I wanted revenge,
I would curse you
like I've done before.
Even after all you've done to hurt me,
I want you to heal
so that you stop hurting
and hurting others.
That's what the tarot cards said
and it was true.
I came into your life to heal you,
but you fought me,
clinging to your pain
because it's all you know.
You have to heal yourself.
Men grow on my fingers
and I assault them when I write
until each becomes impotent,
I will never let anyone hurt me.
Their pulses stutter and echo
as if I keep them in a barn
but they’re hard under my skin,
their erections like callouses.
Some get restless and none cry
because they know I watch:
I am not here to be present, I
am not here to let people inside.