A Victim's Story

Vision blurred by tears in my eyes,
Your anger to me is no surprise.
You stand with a sword ready to pierce my heart,
Go ahead, I say, I’ve done you no harm!
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You stab me with all the force you can give,
This action of yours, I will never forgive.
As I rise to the ceiling, a ghost to you.
I shall haunt and follow you, in whatever you do.
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Years have passed, I am true to my word,
regret and sorrow you have yet to show.
on the tenth year of my death, soundly, you slept.
Images of that night, replayed in your head.
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But not I was to be killed, but you instead.
Cowering on the floor, a shadow of the man you were.
You see before you, the girl you killed,
Only now, she holds the sword you wielded.
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You plead for forgiveness, I laugh at your face.
the weapon was brought down,
You shriek in agony, and squirmed for a moment.
You are banished from the world, dead at my feet.
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Low and behold! the dream has come true!
For three days later, they found you!                                                       
dead and stinky, in a pool of dry blood.                                                  
Now you live, where demons rage!
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Vengeance was served, and lightness, I felt.
Angels are calling, is it time that I left?
going to the light that continued to call me,
I now rest, peacefully, for all eternity.