Revenge is best served cold.
I used to bask in the warmth of your glow,
your spotlight made me emanate inside.
But the flames soon started to flicker and wane,
when you coldly just cast me aside.
Now the heat that I once felt, fuels me,
even though my innards have turned to ice.
Revenge is the fire that consumes me,
and surviving with burns is the asking price.