I'm Talking About You

I'm appeased. For now.

At least I won't crash under the overwhelming bitterness of my emotions. Yet.

I know all of you have been trying your hardest to get at me. To destroy me.

But I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm more resilient than that.

Even if I'm weak enough to dissolve into a pool of nothing after being exposed to your radioactive presence,

I'm vengeful enough to guarantee, that wouldn't be the last you'll see of me.

I have reason to live. I have reason to keep myself in the game.

The reason? You. All of you.

I won't rest till you crumble into all that flotsam and jetsam floating around in the Atlantic.

I made myself. I won't go down easy. You want to break me down? Prepare to receive some mind-numbing, earth-shaking, scream-inducing blows yourself.

I have reason to live. And now that I know I'm not dead yet gives me the impetus to finish what you started.

Everytime you take something away from me, I'll make you pay. Full-price.

Even though payment will have to wait till a later date.

Just be sure I'll be there. With arms outstretched.

Waiting for the day when you'll be mine.

Then the games would truly begin.