Do not mistake my quite for dunce
for every second a new thought is formed
in my brain, it is stored
yes, just twist the dagger in a little more
as I moan in pain, I refuse to satisfy you with my tears
just a little air Oh just a tiny space
in there, a method to my madness
draft, review, finalize, and publish it all in your honor
they call it revenge but I call it Revenge
the author of your pain, will I be
and trust me I know how it ends
I wrote the book.
GallopingCrazy 