[siete de siete]
Revenge was always on the edge of your tongue,
A taste you longed to swallow.
You were left to face your temper,
Raise your voice,
Lose control,
Weight shifted, anger managed.
There would be nothing left to satisfy
He who gave to his fears,
Took from his surroundings,
And received nothing in return.
Just an empty shallow vessel
Searching to drive his pissed-off-ed-ness
Though his fists,
Like pistons through an engine.
He is personified irritation
As he struggles to resolve
His offence, his annoyance, his violence,
And he does so with the encouragement of his sins.
Now I watch as you get what you want
Through negative energy, through vengeance…
Oh you philanderer, felon, prisoner,
Culprit, consumer,
You are all of these things
And yet you are still nothing.

06/12/2005

Posted on 06/13/2005
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