self-revenge

Self-revenge 
is a dish lived well, 
best served out in the dark 
and cold of a spell you've cast 
a lot for. Hell, you have drawn 

the short straw. 
Big surprise! Do tell.
It's the longest and only straw

in the hand you offered yourself 
and picked yourself to fall 

where you land. You fell to earth 
here. And now. You took up this stand,
and you won't care how. 

For whatever comes next, you have 
all you have left, and this one vow 
will be spent and discharged, exhausted

bereft and bent. 

For what you have done, unrepentantly.
You will make you pay to the nth degree, 

and it won't be enough 'til you stare
at the wall. Watching the blood run cold

and stall.