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Showing posts with label Revenge. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Best Served Cold

Best Served Cold
By: Monica Renata

The dish they say is best served cold
That dagger stained with hate
The vicious look in your big bright eyes
That look of disgust on your face

To wish upon someone’s demise
Yet not utter a single word to speak
But someday you will get them back
For then, you will let your actions speak

Heart beating fiercely
No one sings kumbaya 
Palms are getting sweaty
Trust in mankind is gone

A hearty soup that’s been iced down
A serving of maggoty cheese
Revenge is a dish best served cold
And so revolting that no one can eat

To wish upon someone’s demise
Yet not utter a single word to speak
But someday you will get them back
For then, you will let your actions speak

An aged knife I found in the house
A conscious that no longer thinks
I shall embark on my revenge
Cold Blooded is what they will call me

To wipe away your past sins
With your very own blood
The killer will never think he murders

For revenge is all he knows