passive vengeance

memories droolall over my present statethe exit woundsstain what could bewhat wasis goneI try not to reanimatethe monsterchaos magic temptsI’d like to think I was powerfulinstead I am silentpassivetoo oftenrather than the absence of courageI suffer from the absence of carethey watched me sufferprolonged my tormentwhy should I save themthey’d let me dieso shall I