Vengeance is Mine
I think I once told you this world was a lie; that it would do nothing but cause you to cry
I think you ignored me and said goodbye; but now you’ve returned to ask me just why
Why did I let you still forge your way, when I knew the price of penance you’d pay?
Why did I watch as you rushed to the fray, and never once tell you, your heart was their prey?
I think I was there when you fell apart
I think I once offered to protect your heart
I think you were arrogant; self owned and assured, that fate would be kind and life would be good
Such folly you possessed neath the soils of your breasts; and by god you did fail, when time gave its test
If but you had seen, the roots of the dream; sucking your soul, so empty and clean
Perhaps you’d have come back longing before, for me to again throw open my door
But blind as you were, you fell to the night, and mistook the stars for suns in their light
You reached for them all and did but attain, to nothing save air, and endless cold rain
But this is no answer! Please tell me, you cry
Now aching to know the truth of the why
Could not I have wrapped you tight within chains, and kept you with love away from all pains?
Could not I have forced your heart but to beat, for myself alone, and swept out your feet?
Oh if but I could, perchance then I would; if not you were stubborn beyond your own good
You seem to forget all that was done; by me from the start to show you the one
The one who would stand for you without cause; the one who’d defend and never would pause
The one who would set you high above all; the one who would catch you, if ever ye fall
But alas, you are crass, to but demand; that I should now show you, my most cruel hand
That I should reveal all truth of the lie, hidden beneath the answer of why
Why did I let you wither and die?
Why did I let you shatter and cry?
Why did I watch you waste all your time?
Why must you ask?
For vengeance is mine
© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad