A Knife in the Dark

I wrote this some time ago. I believe about two to three years ago. I stumbled across it in the old files on my computer and thought I might share it. It’s not the most profound thing ever written, but regardless of that, I still enjoyed writing it. Hopefully you all can enjoy reading it.

I am Revenge. I am motivated, innovative, and can take any form. I am a retaliation against wrongs committed. I am viewed a friend by the downtrodden or abused. I am the cause of wars and feuds. I promise justice, but only grant more pain to anyone involved. I cloud minds, twist pure motives, manipulate thoughts, and crush ideas of forgiveness. I dwell in the minds of many and foster anger in all whose thoughts I enter. Tainting otherwise clean hearts, I instill a burning desire to act upon hellish impulses. I place degrading and demeaning words in the mouths of previously kind people. I stifle any good intention or pure motive that my victims ever held. I wound both the offender and the offended equally, though not always in the same way. I bring temporary bliss while I hide the fact that believing in me is emotional suicide. I give the illusion of satisfaction, while leaving a desire for more pain. I punish those who are innocent, kill those who are blameless, and torture any who believe that I am the answer. I am degrading to all involved. I am a blemish, a stain on the canvas of my victims’ lives. I crush the hope for bright futures. I will make any of my followers leave their dreams behind as they search for an illusion of justice. I cause death, debt, broken hearts, and blood to stain the hands of anyone who acts upon my urgings. I am always pushing for more pain and anger. I am the dirty little secret. I am the last punch thrown. I am a shot in the dark. I am a long pursued grudge. I am the darkest manipulation of the heart. I am Revenge.