The lake I lingered as I tossed and turned,
I dipped my feet in a pool of fury-- it burned.
I scent the smell of burning ashes pondering in the midst,
The nostalgia of a reserved and reimbursing scene, yet
the antagonist cannot repay.
The regrettable decisions will come today where you have benignly denied me,
Am I not generous enough to be a part of your prospering future?
Before you deny me thrice, expect me to thrive,
Your atrocious hands are not worthy of my scrutiny.
You have tampered with a gentle soul who is resilient enough to stand,
She is walking upon the soggy evening while looking at demons on the land-
Those beauteous memories have etched her skull,
Those insidious smiles have pierced her eyes,
Those remnant lies have bloodied her ears.
Revise your pitiful words before your worst archenemy in a silhouhette does.