“It is impossible to suffer without making someone else pay for it; every complaint already contains revenge.” – Friedrich Nietzsche

“You’ve such kind eyes sir, full of sorrow not all your own.”
Thank you kindly, but you don’t see, all that rages beyond.
A slasher lives, who wants to burn and pillage, watching
those who are proud to suffer humiliation and pain, like
what they did to me and to my loves. My innocence
ravaged, I only want to burn, my slashing blades edge
finding their neck. To see their flesh bubble and burst,
their tongues swell with pain and heat, just a little
revenge on those who with violence reign and terrorize,
I’ll burn their Babylon with brimstone and hot black oil.
The trouble comes when, without expression on those,
someone will pay and perhaps not one who deserves it.
An unsuspecting soul, who in a fit of unlucky anger,
raises a fist to the slasher and the fury is unleashed.

Cupid – Romanticized Abuse

“A bruise inflicted by someone else, however, is a whole other story: it’s like a big flashing arrow marking you out as punchable, and before long there’ll be boys queuing up to add bruises of their own, as if they’d just been waiting for somebody to show them it could be done.” ― Paul Murray

This moving post is from “E”…read it and weep for those caught in the web of abuse…


 I think that I romanticized you to the point, 
that when you hit at my face,
I thought of slapping fly’s off my cheeks.
That when you threw me across rooms,
I thought of it as you throwing me from on coming danger.
That when you tried to press daggers deep into my chest
I thought of it as cupids arrows telling me how I loved you.
When you said “I hate you, I’m sorry I love you”
I thought of it as poetry you wrote for me.
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