In the darkness of the night.
My intent comes first-
To put to rest, this mental blight.
Days have flown.
I have had no peace.
With no one to call my own,
I wait seemingly in vain, for this agony to cease.
My condition worsens.
Fate! Things had to crash
And now, my intent deadens.
Night unto night, the good times flood in.
Ridding my sleep, keeping me awake;
Oh! The accursed din...
If only it was all fake.
A day will come
When I will rest.
Who knows what or how I will become?
'Vengeance' is not always best!