Revenge So Sweet Poem by Chris Tiganescu

Damn this, damn it all! damn it to
a firey demise, the pain never settles
and, I wishing for the taste of a
blade bathing in blood. The taste so
sweet as the victim gazes in the eyes
of there decider, the feeling to wring
filth neck is an exsquisite thought. The
succesor who drinks the blood of thy
enemy becomes the dark spirit that
wanders the cold earth. Such a sweet
and tender desire. It is in reach i see it
mockin me from afar and as i reach
for it, again it slips away as i fall and the
only blood spilt is mine. A healthier lust
for revenge i could never imagine.