Sweeter Than Revenge

The darkest nights fill me up like a seven-course meal.

Everything from past regrets to clouds colored in teal,

From the faintest stars to anger that runs through blood,

It all flows into my irises as I spew darkness like flood.

And the others warned me about the muddy shadows,

But I have learned to live in the shade and opaque lows.

The moon touches my skin with its rays like tentacles,

Burning away my flesh until my form becomes skeletal.

I try to drown out the writings on the wall you left,

They stain my shell, then leave me plain and wrecked.

The part of me that trusted creatures of the day is gone,

Now I am swimming up the hill, ready to kill and spawn.

And the darkest nights make me hungrier than ever.

Run while you can, this will not be a friendly endeavor.

I come with the darkness, but do not leave in the dawn.

This is sweeter than revenge, watching your traitors crawl.

-JW