Sinister
a glance, a stare..
from the demon’s eyes
with madness cloaked
Piercing through the ice
A glimpse, a glare
from a devil’s mind
A heartless embrace
with wounds to remind..
– Poetic Dustbin
Revenge … We sometimes think about getting even with the people who wronged us because our pride can’t tolerate the self shame we endured when our pride has been scarred and we feel lesser of who we are…
