Vengence

I  need –
I want –
I need, want, must have or I will go mad –

To write.  To write.  The written, verbose,
Superbly whetted slice of the bladed word.

I need to bleed all over the page,
Shout my frustration and pain
With my innocuous words, my tiny voice,
My impotent and lackluster prose.

Punch and kick and cut you until you will just LISTEN!

I need to scream until my lungs are dry,
My voice hoarse and rasping.

I need to hit you, to hurt you,
To stomp and kick and maim you –

I need to find the strength, find the words
To wound you, to hurt you unbearably

As you maimed me.  As you wounded me.
As you hurt me.  As you gave pain to me.

I need to kill you but make you suffer first –

As you killed me.  You killed my heart and soul,
You killed the little of value I had to offer this world.

This mean, vicious world with its
Mean and vacuous and vicious little people,
Their intimate, violating, unkind abuse of everyone
Who is NO ONE.

You deadened my faith and
Aborted my hopes.

You made me suffer - yes, still I suffer
Until I yearn, I must have, I beg for death.

Come into my darkness that
I may torture you with my pain.