Vengeance

Dark skis over head The fiery pit underneath When she walks into the room All light is pushed from me Striding up to me she opens her mouth And from it flies the insults and curses That turns me cold in my soul Why do I deserve this? What crime did I commit? I have given my soul And she retuned it in shreds This is the last day For should she return I’ll give her a little black box And when she opens it All my wounded and torn soul That has mingled With hate despair and frustration Shall be set free In all is godly fury It shall all be contained in a note That will tear out The very fabric of her spirit And justice shall be done