There's A Dish I Want Best Served Cold

To hell with sorrow.
I'll not wallow in self pity.
Justice is demanding.
Speak not silent words.
Actions tend be quite louder.
Revenge in consumption.
Will have driven me to the end.
Cannot stop for nothing,
Until satisfactions met.
I am a slave to constant retribution.
Casualties may not be spared.
Wrong place on my right path.
Blood spilled death thrills.
Beginning slow quickly picking up.
To the rapid punching of tickets,
And in the end it's worse still.
I got what I want but feel bad for what i've done.