Some might call it madness
To him, it was balancing the scales
Setting things right
So nothing was left

This is not a story of hate
Its a story of love,
Pure and selfless love
That ended in tragedy

Intangible Memories of her
Are a constant reminder
That a part of him died
Along with her

But who knew that revenge
Could taste so sweet
Driving one over the edge
to the depths of darkness