I am broken now; a broken soul, my broken life a bottomless hole, a shattered dream that gives me hope: the hope to one day find those who broke me, so that I may pay them back in kind. They hide in shadows, plotting and scheming, and all the while the streets are teeming with bodies piled up so high, they’ll swallow us whole and blot out the sky, like mountains of gold that bury the bloody conscience.
They shake your hand, and eye to eye, they smile broad to cover their lie, pretending you can’t feel the knife, the cold hard steel to end your life, pressed to your ribs like a lover’s lips, ready to steal your heart away. They took everything from me, so I will give them all that remains: my rage, my hate, my guilt, and my pain, my blood, my sweat, my deadly tears, so they may know what darkness fears. Like the scars earned from a misspent youth, my loaded gun will find its truth. Let the hammer fall.