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An Eye For An Eye

Visions dancing in the shell so long ago my head.
Rage a tattered portrait hanging proud above my bed.
My skull a plaster sculpture lying broken on the floor.
Memories splashed like water colors all about my door.
Silver shard of agony smirking with a gleam.
Recollections of the fun, ripping at my seams.
The walls are decorated with the remnants of my flesh.
Bones are strewn across the floor like interlocking mesh.
Maggots crawl and feast upon the thing that was my face.
My skin is decomposing at a slow and awkward pace.
Never once did you suspect that soon I would return
Thought that death would stop me, will you even learn?
But still I live, my taloned hands curled into a fist
Battering your fragile frame, kicking up a mist.
Your twisted visage bright with pain the only thing I see.
You beg and plead for mercy.  The same mercy you showed me?


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