Razor sharp

There is this strange sadistic pleasure
In hurting those
Who hurt you.
Like I have been good
Most of my life till now.
But I see an inner goodness
In sometimes
Doing that for which
The heart whines.
Like say it
Right on the face.
The bitter truth.
The repressed tale.
Make it iron sharp
So thin to pierce
Right through a heart.
Need not be visible.
Your words
Make them real.
There are good dreams
And bad dreams.
When in rage
Make the bad ones true.
Not of yours
But of others.
Then feel
The sadistic pleasure.
But then get over it.
Don't sit upon it too long.
Say it and forget.
Give it sometime.
Use it only when you feel
You are right.
As such good and bad,
Right and wrong
Are all myths my friend.
So do listen
To your inner voice.
But say it on face
When you feel it right.
Never on your own.
No. Let the situation happen.
And then let those words flow
Razor sharp, give the blow.
And then see the effect
Light and free
Bliss so red.