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

greed,

hunger,

thoughtless self

as though I were the sun at midnight,

extinguishing the element which

allows the stars to shine:

darkness

and foolishly I believe that

I am right

I am justified,

my erratic pulse takes precedence to those

who would dare

interfere

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

myself.