Harsh words spark a fire in my mind,
As regret crawls like ivy up my spine.
I think of days gone by as memories,
Where we all lived in happier times.
I cry tears of anger and frustration,
At the actions I have perpetrated.
For I am the puppeteer of my fate,
And even I fumble with the strings.
I put my face into the crisp wind,
For only pain can awaken my dormant heart,
As it slowly beats the lonely drum,
I shall walk down the path of deceit.
I struggle with the concept of guilt,
For I cannot see my mind as a court,
Because I see no reason for fair trial,
But I am rewarded with misery and grief.
