Revenge

The colors fade to grey
the stab of pain
dulling to an ace
The price you pay
for the lives you take
The feel of blood
rushing down your throat
so hot it burns
your tongue

You feel the silver hilt
the decorated handle
of that little silver knife
lodged deep inside your chest
and laugh in a chocking way
'cause you bought that knife
for my birthday
A century ago
when I thought we were in love
Before you broke my heart

(Make of it what you will)