Ah, revenge, revenge. Don't make me laugh.
You tickle my throat as you string the gaff.
A tug at my clothes and a taunting breath
Is the only warning that nothing's left
You can't blame me, right? I did not know
That your coy touches were all a show.
Call me a fool. Call me what you will.
But revenge, revenge I love you still.
I smiled bright even as you swung
the silver gaff that pierced my lung
Ignorance and a naive mind
Kept me thinking, you were kind.
My face fell once and only as
I coughed right out my final gasp.
The terror that my face befell...
Revenge, revenge, you know me well.
Ah, revenge revenge. Don't make me laugh
My lungs are hurt and will not last.
The way you bring back memories
Will make me giggle endlessly.
"Let's play a game," you used to say,
"In the night. Tonight, we'll play."
"What game, what game?" a voice, eagerly.
"Just come tonight And then you'll see."
It was a lure much like that on a hook.
A trick that I readily mistook.
And like a fish I was cut
But not through the mouth. No, through the gut.
Ah, I must say that the pain
Is not something I want to feel again.
Yet no matter how many times I pray
I cannot wish this pain away.
But here I hang, cough, and spit
Hanging from a spineless bit
Of an oak wood center branch
Stuck in eternal remembrance.
Ah, revenge revenge I must believe
in remembering what you did to me
If I no longer think or see
it will be no more than a memory.
- Title: Revenge is a killer.
- Artist: huxlee
:] Just something I chucked out. It might not make any sense.. But, basically, it's describing Revenge as a person who hung the narrator with a hook-- murdering them, yet making them stay forever awake and thinking about what had happened. Showing how the narrator was seduced by the idea of revenge but was ultimately killed by it in the end. It can be interpreted many ways. x] And I'm getting new ideas about what it means as I write this. Gah, screw analyzing poetry. Dx
- Date: 12/26/2008
- Tags: revenge killer