Karma

When you’re alone with me, nobody can hear you cry,
When you’re in the dark with me, nobody can watch you die,
What about an empty, dark room? Oh the possibilities, don’t tempt me, my dear,
I could kill you slowly, you could plead, scream or cry and no-one would hear,
Haha, it sounds good - almost achievable, if only I could get you alone,
I could let leash my hatred for you – shattering all of your bones,
One…by…one - Oh I can barely fathom how wonderful it’d feel,
Then, I’d tear out your eyes and watch as you squeal,
You’ll beg me to forgive your sins and set you free,
But I‘ll refuse to surrender to your pitiful pleads, let you do to someone what you did to me,
Nobody deserves to withstand the amount of pain you caused me – except you,
You’re the exception, my dear; you deserve everything that I’ll put you through,
You’ll deserve every agonising punch, every snapped bone – everything you get,
Hopefully, you’ll die – then you cannot recommit,

I often create the scenario in my mind, imagining what it’d be like to taste vengeance,
But then I remember – violence is never the answer nor is retaliation,
I return to my normal, non-murderous self,
Remembering that you deserve to live just as much as anyone else,
Regardless of what you have done to me or any other victim,
I’m sure you had your reasons and maybe it was a cry for help; to make someone listen,
Or maybe you are just a vicious, twisted son of a bitch,
But nothing is an excuse for the unforgivable crimes you commit,
Even so, killing or even hurting you is not worth the effort,
I will not lower myself to your level for I am too clever,
Too clever to let you see my pain, allow you to be satisfied,
Too clever to lay my hands on you, and my sanity, I refuse to sacrifice,

Anyway, if I were to even attempt to hurt you or make you suffer,
It wouldn’t make me a better person, in fact, I’d be just like you – I refuse to disappoint my mother,
I’d rather you live with the guilt of your sinister ways for the rest of your life,
Watching it eat away at you, killing you from the inside out, watching it cut through you like a sharpened knife,
As tempted as I may be to aid the guilt in the process of killing you,
I remember that Karma’s a bitch and her visit to you is overdue,

I can’t say that I forgive you for the pain you’ve created,
But the strength I’ve gained from you and the restraint are related,
The restraint from wanting to kill you only gave me power,
Strength to not give you what you want – to become like you, cold and sour,
I feel somewhat sorry for you as you feel you must hurt those who do no wrong,
Just to feel powerful, like you have the upper hand – but Karma will come along,
And when she does nobody will be there to save you or to hear your cries,
For you have many enemies how would celebrate your demise.