Revenge- A dish best served cold, or atleast that’s what the world says. The sweet satisfaction of seeing a persons life fall apart, the pain and misery riqoshaying back to them especially, if done by our hands. The hearts flutter and the smirk. But, do we think about the moral implications of doing that? Do we think about the prison our soul is trapped in seeing how we react? Will this end in more pain in the long term when you see the light? Game is game no matter the fight. However, you get to choose between right and wrong at the end of the day. Which voice do you listen to?

Real eyes realize the pain, sorrow, suffering of other humans. Understanding your eyes are within. Sight vs Insight.

The Crashout of a person is real. The anger that comes with it makes a persons humanity get weaker and weaker with each one. Wanting to hurt the same way you’ve been hurt if not more. The vindication of a crash out……is it really worth it in the end?

This poem of Death is going through the memories you hold near and dear of a loved one that is not with you anymore. I wrote this as a short way of jotting down my feelings of the memories with my grandmother.