Too many have dug their nails into skin
And tore away innocence
Without consequence
Like feathers plucked from angel wings
Stripped bare and broken
Useless for flight
Left to crawl on worn, bloody knees
Through the mud and grime and liars and heartbreakers
‘Til the impossible pain that remains
Takes on a new form
Donning its bright red eyes
Sprouting horns from its roots
Exchanging peace for the taste of blood
And shattering any memories left behind
Like a sledgehammer to a window
Seeking vengeance
Because no one else will
I had a dream we got revenge
And it tastes as sweet as victory