Generic

I have been cut 
 
By a rusted blade 
 
Infecting me with hate 
 
That grows within 
 
Like a treacherous weed 
 
With roots too deep. 
 
 
 
For light and prayer 
 
Swept over me 
 
Like a baptism 
 
Immersed in sewage. 
 
 
 
My eyes look for 
 
The shadow dwellers 
 
To help me inflict 
 
Private vengeance. 
 
 
 
Dragging slowly 
 
Through crimson darkness 
 
Your screams, agony, 
 
Are my delight. 
 
 
 
Your faces locked 
 
In frozen fear 
 
Shall bless my dreams 
 
With satisfaction. 
 
 
 
This world created 
 
My living nightmare 
 
Born from ancestry 
 
That abandoned a child, 
 
And trust destroyed 
 
In perversion.

Wrong is right, evil appetite (revised)