What a mind I have
Plotting out my revenge
Sneaky, slimy, & sweet
Yet gruesome at the same time
Should I choose a weapon?
Or words? What if motivation?
Like a cobra, I will strike
And coil, and choke and devour
The wonderful taste of revenge
Like a baby crying for milk
I will cry for revenge
And dance for joy
And steal his lovers heart
Like a lunatic
I shall bash the heart
Into a million pieces
Unable to mend
Like a tiger ripping and tearing
I will savor the blood
And cherish the flesh
The spicy taste of satisfaction
My gruesome revenge
Lies in my hands