A Masterpiece Of Revenge

Blue skies turn gray,
As you fade away.
Into the red blizzard.
You leave me with nothing,
except terrorizing dread.
My hands tainted crimson,
A color that will never wash off.
I thought I was your lover,
Your precious person,
But you’ve just thrown me away,
Like some doll you’re bored of.1

Well, all of those lessons you’ve taught me,
All the jobs I’ve done,
All the lives I’ve taken,
I don’t see why yours should be
that hard to capture either.
How good will it feel when I grip your neck,
Cut into your flesh,
See your tears,
Hear your cries,
Laugh at your pity?2

When I dig a knife into you,
What sound will you make?
What expression will I see?
What color will your blood be?
Surely not the warm red color most people have!
That would mean you require a heart to live!3

What noise do your bones make when I crush them?
Will you writhe in pain?
Will you try to be a man and hold it back?
Oh, the joy it brings me picturing it now.
I’ll crush you,
Twist you until you snap.
I’ll rip apart your body,
I’ll bask in your cold blood.
I’ll linger a little longer,
Just to smell the rotting tissue,
To enjoy my masterpiece of revenge.4

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  • VerdiVengeance
    July 12

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    Too dramatic

    OKay, over dramatic much? XD lol, made me laugh. Sorry Rory, u know i love u and your poems but... this one was a bit scary.


  • Unidentified...
    July 2

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    I agree with codename. It was very emotional. It showed a lot of anger, wrath, and rage, and it was very interesting to read this rant of revenge or in your words “Masterpiece of Revenge” which I think is just the ideal title for a poem such as this. It was like a brutal massacre of deadly vengeance with a twist of brokenness and despair. For a section of the poem, a lot of the lines end in question mark phrases, and I enjoyed this. It was like this poem was accusing its victim of all the wronging it had done, and was now finally giving the victim what it deserved.

    ~x.Lullaby


  • codename
    July 2
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    Very Emotional

    Wow it was so emotional. It was like i was the narrator.

    beginning: 3, language: 2, plot: 4, ending: 3, dialog: 3, characters: 4.

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