KARMA'S VENGEANCE

poem by: Tara Marie
Written on Aug 24, 2018

Karma is my ride. Vengeance is my guide.

I'll come to you when u least expect it. Catching u on the blindside. 

Hitting u like a nuclear bomb. Best believe I won't be feeling any moral qualms. 

Sending you to the great abyss. Aimlessly your soul will roam. While listening to the silent hiss. 

Its now ur forced home. It's the realest.  The realest shit will ever get. 

Everything has been explained. It's time for you to continue to wane. 

Emotionally you will hurt. Crying inconsolably. Nothing will ever be the same. 

As u sit, moan n groan. Ill hear your whimpers. Begging me please. Please leave you alone.

I'll laugh and enjoy. Every action I exert. For you, there's no shortcuts. Will I take. Because you yourself created this fate.  

Making u twist turn  and squirm. As I smell the scent of ur skin burn. 

You see for me. This is what I do. I come like the reaper. Believe me. I've been tried. And I am true. 

Because you've finally met your match. Fear me.  As I delve deeper. Deeper into your past. 

Gathering all the rubbish u thought you threw away. Never again to see another day.

In the dark. I lay dormant. Until your sins become much too enormous. 

Behold! For when I arrive. Never again will u see the light of day. 

Broken is how you'll be. Broken is how you'll stay.


 

Tags: Anger, Scary, Dark, Hate, Fear, Deep,

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A previous user commented on Aug 25, 2018 at 8:43pm
This person should be overjoyed at the thought of you wasting all that time and resource thinking about them. I know I would be :)
Tara Marie commented on Aug 25, 2018 at 8:52pm
No no no, not a waste at all. Nothing invested. Nothing to gain. Time is a commodity. I am blessed to be able to explore. What lays below the surface. Like a roaring lion. Just waiting to come out.
A previous user commented on Aug 25, 2018 at 9:14pm
Ah yes... Waste is the wrong word. Spent... Spent is the word I was looking for. you are right though. The mystery and knowledge banked are definitely fun aspects of it :)

 

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