Vengeance
Dark skis over head
The fiery pit underneath
When she walks into the room
All light is pushed from me
Striding up to me she opens her mouth
And from it flies the insults and curses
That turns me cold in my soul
Why do I deserve this?
What crime did I commit?
I have given my soul
And she retuned it in shreds
This is the last day
For should she return
I’ll give her a little black box
And when she opens it
All my wounded and torn soul
That has mingled
With hate despair and frustration
Shall be set free
In all is godly fury
It shall all be contained in a note
That will tear out
The very fabric of her spirit
And justice shall be done
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