Recompense

-Recompense-
by
Keaton Foster



Pay me my right
Give what you can
What you certainly must
Everything seems quite fair
I demand recompense
Services rendered
Grievously I was injured
Such wounds will never heal
You got what you wished
Quite forcefully I must insist
All that you desired was provided
Each ounce of flesh was bled
In a state of anemia I remain
Sickened by you as well as myself
Unable to escape the chains
That you attached to my soul
The required price will be paid
I will stand for nothing less
All that is yours
Is a sum that would be adequate
I demand payment
Avoid absolute and certain hatred
Leave me without resentment
Leave me without a bad taste in my mouth
Pay me my right
I will only accept it all
If you try to renege
If you try to break the back of your promise
I will take everything short of your life
I will leave you a broken and shattered
Form of your once relentless self
You will suffer far longer than I
You will beg for death
You will swear your allegiance
To anyone that can save you
No one will come
No one will lend you a stage
Your cries will go unheard
Just like mine once did
I demand recompense
Such ideological damage
Has left me incapable of belief
I once listened to all that you said
For a time it was considered fact
I was once sure that you were good for it
I no longer believe that is the case
I sought you out
Easily finding you in plain sight
You tried to escape us before
Long after I was your whore
I am now much older and hopefully wiser
I know what to expect
And I will take nothing less
Recompense…




Recompense
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.