In my life, I was light Sugared scones, yellow chalk, and joy A world that felt inexplainable right

But then— The sound of a gunshot caused the scones to rot washed away the yellow chalk hammered the joy away

Within my bleeding corpse Within the rotting scones the filthy water the rusted hammer

A sprout of dark formed Pure, unbridled fury and betrayal Rewrote me in dark ink

I leave my killer drenched in blood Begging for his life in the midst of agony

“Why am I not satisfied?” I ask the darkness

_You have not properly gotten your revenge, _He explains.

He leads me to my childhood home I leave my mother and father engulfed in flames Our puppy yelping in pain smothered in ashes

I stand in front of the vermillion haze

“Why am I not satisfied?” I ask the darkness

_You have not properly gotten your revenge, _He explains.

So I leave the world in a storm of flames Letting it rot just as it had done to me Washing it away Hammering at it until it is nothing Just as I am

Once it is gone I stand in the midst of the void

“Why am I not satisfied?” I ask the darkness

He does not answer this time