I am all grown up now,
I know I was abused.
To stay Un wavered is the goal,
Amongst the fear in my gut and the void in my soul.
My words you may mark,
For you will be hit by the dark.
Listen to me if you may,
For in bloody tears, you will pay.
I believe in my karma,
so, you will probably die chocking on a shawarma.
In your mind you should know,
that you only reap what you sow.
Remember my name ,
When you find yourself in pain.
When consumed by the dark,
Know that I was not a squirrel
But a goddamn shark.
I wish you reincarnation , probably as a cow.
so, you could lie there, as I consume you bare.
Watching you burn and rot,
would be my REVENGE BEST SERVED HOT.
- Author: kwrites ( Offline)
- Published: August 29th, 2024 10:18
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments4
Filled with vitriol and revenge unrequited. Good write kwrites.
glad you liked it. thank you for your response.
Great write
thank you for your read.
You're welcome
Anger and rage pervade this poem of hate for an abuser. Hot is the atmosphere and vitriol pours from every word. Well stated
Thankyou for your read ! Glad you liked it.
Yow, this makes even me, the sultan of grim, cringe a little. I can seriously relate though.
Glad you liked it !!
Thankyou for your response.
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