In Which I Try to Step Into Your Shoes

Turn the spotlight on me,
everything I say is Truth.

Pity me,
give me the world,

I’ve been bludgeoned –
the weight of my failure
giving me the right
to lash out,
to slice you
into ribbons.

Until there is nothing left
in you – a bloody carcass.

And I, I will gloat
in righteous judgment.

The perfect murder
borne out of self-preservation.

Out of a twisted need
to redeem my rejected
ego – soaking in my hate.

An innocent smile
masks my gloating need
to bring you down –
over and over again.


--- September 23, 2008
5:54 PM.


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Finally. After a long hiatus from writing. *phew*
Nothing sweet and sentimental this time.
Hope you like it.