Sleepwalking my way through life: Sympathy for Sir Vengeance



Sympathy for Sir Vengeance

21:04

Vengeance.

It’s a brilliant thing. Vengeance. Ah, it even sounds like a good word. It sounds so… satisfying to say it. It rolls off your tongue with all the sinister intent and malicious thoughts packed into it. It is said with a twinkle in the eye, a lick on smirked lips, and accompanied with the sound of cracking fingers.

And, of course, the sound of a gunshot going through his skull.

But what then? What do you do now that the deed is done? He is dead. The fucker is a twitching corpse on the ground. But the rage is still pumping through you; it pumped through you into the gun and into his brains which are now all over the room. The rage is still there, it’s not going away. It’s always still there.

And that, dear readers, is the true beauty behind vengeance. No matter how passionate you may be about it, it will never be fulfilled.
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2 Comments:

At 9:11 pm, Anonymous Jules said...

V for futile.

 
At 9:23 pm, Anonymous Kat said...

That was beautiful!

 

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