A Dish Best Served Cold

Rage when focused becomes a burning inferno of passion.

Every sense becomes muffled; eyes fixed to the ultimate prize.

Vanity and hate consume the soul; the price paid for victory.

Even when the body fails; the evil inside plays puppet master.

Nightmares steal your rest; break your will; drive you mad.

Gone will be all you love, your only ally is the shadow you cast.

Everything ends and as the darkness takes you; you are nothing.

Ode to the Coward

How does such a pathetic wretch like you find your conceit?

Do you gaze in the mirror; so proud of your juvenile deceit?

Unfortunately in me; you have made an adversary so malicious.

Hiding in the dark with your fear, you chose to meddle; shameless.

You have no idea the rage you have awaken inside my heart.

For your cowardice, the penalty is to have your life torn apart.

I will expose what you really are to the world; petty and cheap.

My face will be the thing you see when you cry yourself to sleep.

Oh, poor little hypocrite how I almost pity you for what will transpire.

But in the end, the plan you tried to execute against me will backfire.