Revenge

“See these eyes, so green
I can stare for a thousand years
Colder than the moon
Feel my blood enraged
It’s just the fear of loosing you
Don’t you know my name?
Well, you’ve Ben so long
And I’ve been putting out fire
With gasoline”
D.Bowie

Is revenge a hollow word
Or an act of vengeance laced
with arsenic and viper’s venom

When or how long is the proper
amount of time dedication between the pain of the resulting affection
A moment, an hour, a day a week?
Maybe revenge is certainly a dish served better chilled. But… to y’all that means keep that bitch fresh.
Otherwise it’s just cruelty, crime, an attack on the defenseless.

When you put a seashell, up to your ear… do you hear my name cumming after you?

Two wrongs do not make a right but in the same verse, one feels So good it hurts.

It’s not a joke and less than a cliche’ that Nice guys finish last. Which by default hardens their hearts and makes the same “nice guys” fewer and farther between. Karma laughs as it recognizes the part that youv’e played, knowing that it’s just a matter of time before you need the support of someone that you’ve recently spurned.

The cycle is Fucked! “Do unto others as they’d do unto you”, Or did you believe it was “before unto you”?

Poor twisted child, so ugly, your vanity is is so ugly. You lied to my face and smiled, you used me, you teased me. I was your Daddy, I had never done such things before you, as I was always hidden, for fear of entrapment and deceit. And your true colours began to shine through the ego, the dominance of the game. Nothing the same, walking on eggshells defending my self worth which was part of the joke!

You Never had the intention of letting go of the troll, putting out fires, under the bridge, so ugly, so ugly, yes .. you did hear me, so ugly. No style, no personality, no beauty or brilliance just an empty vessel of me that covered you with cream. And it was that time yet again. To change those sheets now soaked, waited a good two weeks to pass before you could properly walk again. Some say that’s delight! Others living in sin. I wonder I wonder what thoughts would have Been.

Polaroid, celluloid, digital video, that bares more than your likeness of your signature slit and face. Ohhhh… . but it was true. I fell for the beauty in you. The kind that you manufactured, but would never allow to touch despite the moans and liquid release within your thighs. I meant it then. I would do anything, everything for you and you I would have gladly received my firsts, in oh so many ways. I kept pushing the envelope, there was no give, everything was both on and off the table. I was Your king, I was your slave .. we were the theives of our own destiny, until… we weren’t.

You were everywhere at once. I could see the traces of your beauty behind and within my humble postings and you watched and adored, now you’ve closed that door, only to release The Kraken.