Revenge

She surveyed me with her vengeful eyes And within them I saw nullity. The extinct and empty Wavering of her soul seeping onto the canvas. Evermore her statuesque, polite careen Shall reticulate no paragon. She is late, She is chargeless, She is coming. Coming to get you. For you Stole her melancholy, Lamentable heart, Here pained soul, Her everything. When her eyes, I beheld, A thousand deaths I observed, And every corpse was yours. She is comming. She appears angry. I advise you run.