I will massacre all the perpetrators that ruined me.
The monsters that stripped away what was left of my dignity and spirit.
My innocence now proudly adorns those demons like wartime banners flying high beyond the mast for everyone to see.
My hope and my potential was stolen to decorate their flagship.
That tiny slice of good inside of me that they ruthlessly stole.
They will pay dearly once my darkness turns its focus and narrows in on their position.
My fury is so black and unable to maintain its tenuous cohesion.
Chaos is only a Theory.