Upon the midnight sky I venture still
I smell the blood of my enemy fresh
I gaze at the moon, I gaze at the kill
Anathemized by all I want his flesh.
To murder was not my intent in life
I had a family, a girl so dear
She left my world- it filled me with this strife
It was no accident, she left with fear.
My knife in hand to gouge those eyes of lust
Mangle those dirty hands he used to touch
Incise his body, bleed, wither he must
For him to decay, I don't ask for much.
The deed is done but empty do I feel
Sweet revenge is not something that is real.
-milo
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PoetryThis is a collection of all my poems. There are various categories so I think there is at least one for all to enjoy. I hope you like it.
