Vengeance is a bittersweet thing
It is addictive
Destructive
Like cigarettes.
At first, it makes you seem mysterious and intriguing.
Then it twists you into a shadow of yourself,
It consumes you
And draws you into its vicious cycle of never having enough.
You become centered on that one thing
You scheme and plot as to how you’ll get your way
To show everyone who’s the winner
And you push everyone who ever cared about you, away.
And when push comes to shove
When you slip up or go too far
“What happened to the one I knew before?”
Is what everyone will be wondering,
As they watch your casket being lowered into the ground.