V.

I think it's funny
to dance with fire and never come close
to the dark heart of things
the truth that scores
I know my words will never change anything.

"Mercy, is that it?" he sneered, "You think you deserve that?""

Retribution. I remember. We all did.
he left me alone a minute, that was his mistake. Where the dream, the seed began.

And me?

I used to be afraid of the darkness
now I wait for it to come.


Pic is Goodbye, Blue Sky, artist Sarah Bartell