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