Revenge
with death knocking
add a cold chill
sharpened pain
and gone at once my eyes close shut
my fingers drop
left now for fears to receive
and anger swallowing
he is left to fight for me
even with his compromised condition
and senses failing throughout his system
he is fighting now until the death
robbed by that which deserves no breath
all that’s left is rage and horror
with his blood dripping to add to mine
he makes his final shot just before he’s gone blind
his life is gone but so is mine
and so is his, he who deserved none
and now has none
Copyright © Micah Thompson | Year Posted 2007
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