Redemption
Quietly I lay, fighting the urge to snatch the life right out of your blackened heart.
I try to resist the wanting desire to end your disgusting, parasitical excuse of a soul,
But I need to make an example of you to show the world my beautiful, deadly art.
It’s time for you to feel the lonely darkness of a six foot deep hole.
You played the jester to my comic tragedy, and now the show is over.
You tried to make me feel frightened and scared,
You are nothing but an unlucky three leaved clover.
You showed the world all my faults, and I stood there cold and bare.
I stood there as you exploited my every error.
I fell to my knees as you humiliated me, demeaning me in front of my peers,
Not knowing of my inner horror, the bottled up anguish and terror.
But by the time I am finished, you shall see the monster you unleashed vividly clear.
You choose your words loosely, insulting all that I am.
You thought your tongue sharp and tried to use it to cut me down.
You thought you could use me as a stepping stone for your feet to stand
To display the comical relieve which you thought I was, while you wore the crown.
I will dethrone this jester of ridiculous rule, taking the happiness he thought he had.
Devouring the insults and using them to cure the wounds of your lashing tongue.
I lay, growing stronger with every tasteless comment that he would laughably add.
Taking you to the pits of hell, watching the orange flames lick your body will be my fun.
It’s time for you to be torn apart by the one you thought was defeated.
I survived your vicious onslaught of degrading puns and ridicule that you tried to slay me with.
You just fired me up for the coming battle that will be the end of you, making sure your statements are not repeated.
I am the legend that everyone will remember, and you are the nothing but a forgettable myth.
It’s time for the silent to make their voice heard, for the self-imposed deaf to widen their ears and hear,
It’s time for the pretenders of blindness to muster up the courage to see, for this will be a sight.
The legend has awakened; it’s time for you to quiver in fear.
You are not ready for this horrific wrath that will redeem my entire plight.
Copyright © Joshua Torres | Year Posted 2012
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