Vengeance

While he sleeps he can feel the pulse of the universe quivering
Beneath his fingers he can strum the strings of creation
He can watch stars be born and die in a single breath
With all this power, if only he could master his foe
Vengeance against time
Vengeance against memory
The malice that clouds his mind
Vengeance will be his
For all his accomplishments amount to nothing
If his being is devoured by one greater than himself
Vile misanthropy spews silently forth from a stone face
Brutality driven by fear
Confronted in solitude, he is faced with the gnawing truth
That it was not darkness where he was birthed
Looking for answers, writhing in madness
Cursed like a leper, endless sorrow
Vengeance against time
Vengeance against memory
The malice that clouds his mind
Vengeance will be his
How do I kill this hated part of myself
How do I remove this putrid fragment of my soul
There is an unending well of hatred within me
From which bile and fury spring forth