Blood for Blood
Blood used to make me queasy
Make me turn away, unable to bare
Now seeing blood is easy
After getting used to the cuts on my body
So when blood drains out of your heart
Staining the floor as your eyes roll back
With this life you'll finally part
As no one comes to save your soul
I won't look away, no, not at all
I will enjoy the sight of it
The way that you made me feel so small
Every feeling of pain you deserve
Your death will make me smile
Your torture will make me laugh
Your screams will be heard for miles
Your tears will satisfy my thirst for vengeance
Crimson the color staining clothes of white
The most beautiful artwork I will ever see
As I see your eyes fade of their light
I won't feel anything but relief and joy
Closure will only come to me
When you're six feet underground
I hope my blade will be the last thing you see
As I put your miserable existence to a close
But just knowing that you died for your sins
With no resurrections after three days
Never to be seen in this world again
Maybe then my nightmares would cease
Or if justice was true in this nation
Locked up behind jail cells to rot
To serve out your sentence of damnation
Never to plague others as you did me
To the ones who beat my body
To the ones who stole its privilege
To the ones who made me bloody
To the ones who left me scars
This poem is written here for you all to see
With every bit of "love" that you gave me
Copyright © Harmony Lane | Year Posted 2023
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