Vengeance Quenched
Look on me and laugh aloud, the one who blends into a crowd.
Be warned that I am capable, cold dead eyes unbreakable.
Shy young boy still lives inside, afraid to raise his hand and try. My breakout role I'll play a god, my shotgun kicked, their laughter stopped.
My vengeance quenched it hit the spot, my shadow seen my body drop.
The best of me left on the wall, no pride to lose before my fall.
Forgotten, shamed and left alone, his sadness shrinks his anger grows.
The rage boils up then finally blows, restrained no more he lets it go.
Trace blood drenched footsteps through the snows, come follow me down broken roads.
But watch your step don't get too close, for he's long gone that's just his ghost.
Copyright © Wesley Roach | Year Posted 2014
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