Burning With Vengeance (poem)

[Billy Brit]

He is not the victim for his actions chose himself
I stalk him going home, my footsteps masked with stealth
My heightened senses tell me that this is what I need
An impulse saying little more than I should make him bleed

A frenzy of compulsion completely overwhelms me
A predatory instinct that makes me feel alive
I feel the need to take control
To take his fucking life

In the dead of night I make my way
Under cover of darkness he will pay
Going through the keyhole and underneath the door
Lighter fluid splashing and covering the floor

The birth of all creation, an incandescent source
A sentence of destruction sent with deadly force
His house of cards is falling, the wild card has been played
I sneak around the back and there I lie in wait

The rear door is flung open as he manages escape
Or so he thinks until I hit him in the face
As the crowbar descends I make amends
Striking out for justice as I cleanse the human race