A broken cry

 Give them hell

Give them all they gave to me 

The same vitriol, of equal measure

Rain upon them with the same ruthlessness they met me with

I ask that of you, from the bottom of my soul

May you grant me this?

Is this truly your desire?

I ask that you marinate on this for a moment longer

In all sincerity, you do not and cannot grasp the measure of your request

It seeks to reverberate throughout the fabric of existence for your own demise

They met you with such intent, and you've taken it upon yourself to be its arbiter

Do you know the void they carried as they slashed away at you?

Do you know the Sun dismisses their presence when you're not around?

If only you knew what they carried

You wouldn't pity them, you would turn away

From such a sickly sight

In hopes that this vision doesn't entrench itself into your subconscious, like a mother covers the eyes of the innocent

You would not delight in their demise

At the wistfulness of your vengeful lips, the sword shall fall upon you both

For them, this despair is their dwelling

I don't believe the same fate is yours, yet you are calling for it with such veneration

If this is the creed that you swear to, I mustn't deny you.

But know that the same miser of a Sun will ensure its ignorance against, even more so

The same void shall have the pleasure of having a gratuitous absorption of your joy

Your feet shall never find sure footing, for you will fall into an eternity of your personal darkness

They've chosen

But you, you stepped outside of yourself to take on the hatred for you both

For that, you shall never know the peace you were once granted

So

I ask again

Shall this vengeance be granted?

The emptiness in my breath and racing heart was response enough.

When their fate lands upon your awareness, you will know that your hell was honored. Your cries fell on the soil that remembered the soul you are. The wind carried its echoes and gave storms in your name. If you knew what their hell looked like because of you, you would bow your head in silence. You couldn't even pull yourself to gloat. Their reality slips into such unfathomable turmoil. There's no longer a difference. Your silence was wise. Release them so they can receive what they sought.