Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Revenge Is Best Served Cold


What in the world is that?

Just a four lettered word

Trashed and abused

And left in the gutters to rot!

Didn’t I stand by you?

When everyone deserted you?

Spat on you?

Rejected you?

Your memory seems to have dulled.

Perhaps it has become a habit now

To use and throw at will.

Who do you think you are?


How I despise your very existence!

Aren’t you ashamed?

Doesn’t your conscience speak?

Or have you lulled that to sleep as well

With your sweet talks and empty promises?

I pity your arrogance.

I could smack your conceited face and not even flinch.

I could smile at every step of your destruction.

But I will persevere.

Because I know,

Revenge is best served cold.