Revenge
All that you do to me I do to you;
For if you hurt me deep, then I will too.
But this dark flame, it rarely ends with that;
An eye for an eye means mortal combat,
For surely if you take one of my eyes,
Then I will take both yours that I despise.
If I am made to limp, you will not walk.
And if you interrupt, you will not talk.
This is the product of a burning fire,
The vengeful will, it's all that I desire.
And then I see the blood upon my hands,
I'm haunted now by vengeful thought's demands.
And now I have become Lady Macbeth,
And what has vengeance brought me now but death?
-Dean F. Wilson