Full of revenge

Full of revenge

It’s like that magic box and the trick that never has worked,

the old bag with broken toys I inherited the day I born,

as a thousand wiskys on a bad night

and the worst hangover I’ve ever had.

Because bad times make me to realize

out there I still have a life,

and poison could have a bitter taste,

when mind is so full of  revenge.

Both of us must give a meaning to this stupid nonsense

I finally see the fear and the confusion in your face

and your eyes understand: the pain,

it could be brought by my hand.

But please don’t be scared,

my old enemy, the dearest,

because damage is done

and the lesson’s learned so long.

As I once read in Dumas’ work,

the Count wasn’t so lost,

the most dangerous gift

doesn’t come from my fist