Vengeance

He's on his knees. He's lost everything. All this pain, is inside him- boiling. His wife slaughtered and raped, as well as his daughter. No justice, no justice. There is nothing left for him. Angry tears streak his face, staining firey red in their wake. The ones who did this are going to pay. Make them burn, burn, burn, in Hells flames. He cuts a young girls throat, slices her eyelids Does the same thing to his victims as those monsters did to his kin. Their screams can't satisfy his need for vengeance. He grabs his hair, twists his feet, pummels the guy dead into raw meat He slices out his own heart Kills his very soul Death was never his life Even then, his pain still grows He's a demon in disguise Made his deal with the devil At this point, he's already lost hope He crumbles to his knees Gurgles blood from his throat Clutches at his stitched eyes He's a pitiful bloke A joke It's so sad. He's broken. He's screaming, yelling, cursing himself. The flames lick his body in a harsh caress. It's too late, his soul is damned. Not only his soul, his spirit too. His wife and daughter are in Heaven. They can't reunite. Started with one, scattering his own life. His eyes are stitched so he can't see how happy his wife and daughter is inside of Heaven. His throat is swollen, he can't scream out that he loves them. He's in Hell, brain boiling. Never let vengeance consume you. This man was vengeance. They say you can still hear the way he moaned, trying to call out his wife's name Every Saturday night, Down alleys, Echoing off the walls and seeping through window panes.