I've opened old wounds,
Spoken in blunt taunts.
And the words that I've used
To stab the one who hurt.
In minutes,
Ive shattered the other's apparent "trust."

But I wish to give them
the same that I've got.
In gallons, with tons of salt.
I wish to obliterate their beliefs
of being right.
Right, when bending my will
My limited desires.
And this petty feeling,
That may be abhored
But...