I follow as a poison-tipped arrow would,
tracking the heels of Achilles,
honing in on a weakness you were
powerless to prevent
my path is one of
as though I were the sun at midnight,
extinguishing the element which
allows the stars to shine:
and foolishly I believe that
I am right
I am justified,
my erratic pulse takes precedence to those
who would dare
with my fire, the desire that burns
in lieu of compassion.
what need I of compassion?
I am the unforgiving sea;
I drown whatever I want
and I satisfy whomever I please.
but not before I satisfy