Sunday, July 01, 2007
VENGEANCE.
Forget me not in feeble ways,
The dying pill of escapades.
Forgive me not, the familiar sin,
That breaks to bond the hurt within.

To shake the ground where lay my head,
To fight the bitter words best unsaid.
To lie a thousand-fold to bear,
To silence the lies that fill the air.

That could never hold let alone suffice,
It's pregnancy with hurt and malice,
Tangible enough, in shadows to brood,
A quiet, haunting, alien mood.

The cold it chills these hands of mine,
As sweat drips down my crooked spine,
I lay with thoughts and horrid sights.
That this girl i know, just one day might,

Come around again to bite,
In a new-found friend so filled with spite,
That every man shall have his turn,
To roll in fires HE set to burn.