Vengence is a red cloud over a confused mind... The sun disappears behind an angry city. Buidings become the hands of those who reach for the sky, they beg to becomed saved. Preserverance persists... I save them from this dammed world. I become the very god they pray to embrace. And I am too willing to wrap my wings around their fragile bodies and broken spirits. Tears become blood down the face of a porcelian doll. Angelic eyes and soft hair. But the heart is black and full of hate. And the tender hand upon a cheek removed to a terminal grip around her throat. Smiling eyes become pools of terror. And I laugh because it makes her blood taste much more sweet. And as the last of the sweetness flows over my grin, and look into those pleading eyes and ask... Do you remember me? This is my revenge.
