Revenge

A bit of a stress relief for a struggling writer...I was in a mood, you see.

Words are what I need

Gnawing, ripping, searing

Those that slice with mere letters

Ravage with only a sound



Yes, that is what I need

Dark and twisted

Like the perfect knife

To exact my revenge



Only, no blood shall be shed

No, blood is not good enough

Not for what I have in mind

No, this revenge is much sweeter



What I crave is from the mind

A thought, yes just one single thought

It can wrought more damage than a mere fleshy wound

It can be remembered long after puckered skin has healed



Remember, oh yes, the deed will not lay forgotten

Memories, oh how they haunt the soul

When it has wronged, when it has blighted another

It is a gift turned curse upon the wicked