The Wrath of Vengeance

If you wake with the smell of sweet perfume and a hessian bag neatly tied around your neck

I say blink, I say breathe, because today may be your last day, today may be the end of it all

Remember the days I shared with you how sweetly ones revenge might be, not knowing who was in that room

I remember it like yesterday, I remember sharing with you the detail of a spoon.

And when that day comes and when that day reveals itself,

What will you say then?

Will you laugh, as you did then, or will you beg, for mercy

And when the day comes, and the wrath of vengeance is mine, will you bleed out like my heart did one thousand times

Or will you suffocate softly gaging on sickly lies

I know vengeance and she was mine, like a wolf, who runs in the light of the blood red moon

Vengeance she howls for you.

And if you think I am not coming for you, take another breath and sigh my dear

For vengeance she is mine,

And for the covenant we made and for the life that was not made, let vengeance be the salt in your wounds

And may you cry your last cry, may you fake your last death

Only to feed on the hearts of ones kindness

And the Wrath of Vengeance will be mine

For do not mistake my compassion for weakness,

And do not underestimate the power of my truth

For the wrath of vengeance is surely mine

© All Words Written by Evelyn Wayde