You all think you're cool, stabing my heart-
Bloosucking vulchers ripping my life apart-
Thought you'd take a loser, feed on her pain-
But you're gonna pay-
I'm not running again.
Revenge-how sweet is the word.
Revenge-seems so absurd.
But justice will find you
She's just biding time
So suffer and bleed,
Pay for your crime.
Victims are running-
Frightened and blind-
Lost in a world thats sadly unkind
The vicious and cruel have fed on their souls-
Left them shells-
Empty and cold-
Their eyes full of hate
They've vowed to get even-
To defy their fate.
By Krista Moyer//December 2006
