Given Hell

You gave me Hell
All my life.
Well now
Its YOUR turn
For this knife
Is twitching
In my hand
Inching towards your throat
But no...
I'll make this fun.
I set down the knife.
You sense I will not kill you
(at least not yet)
I make for the allyway right across the street
In my hand...
Brass Knuckles
THAT is how I will kill you.
I start toward you
Slinking in the dark
I let the thin stream of light
Drift down onto the metal
You now see me
You wish it were the knife.
At least that would have been quick.
I throw my weight into the first punch.
I break your nose.
Blood spurts everywhere.
Now I am killing you
Slowly
Painfully
Dramatically
Just
Like
You...
Ive come back...