Revenge.
A wise man once opined, 
is a dish best served cold.
I'm inclined to agree.
Been twenty long years and 
it's still growing strong.
Ageing like a fine wine,
burning a chasm in my soul.

Consuming most of my waking moments.
Dominating my restless dreams.
I have the SOB helpless, 
cowering at the end of my blade. 
Striking repeatedly, revelling in the 
music of his terrified screams.

Someday, somewhere, when he least expect it.
I will be right there.
Wrong place, right time.
Blade sharpened, Shotgun loaded.
Blood in my eyes, nothing but death on my mind.
Total, irrevocable destruction. 
Satisfying my hunger, excising the demons.
It's not an option, it's the only solution.



Give it up already, she begs me. 
It's not worth the trouble at all.
Twenty years and counting, ancient history.
What can you possibly gain after all this time?
One word.
Revenge
As God is my witness, it will be mine.

Close your eyes you bastard, that's me watching you die..


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