A thorn dressed like a rose
Hate dressed like devoted love
Grave grin in a well- wished pose
Rigging in the name of trust
Stepping miles away from promises
Into ghostly nightmares
Opting deadly choice among ill nominees
Still ill- fated fake cheers
Frozen in the roughness of wounds and pain
Melting with the warmth of aggression
Who committed those highlighted mistakes
I'm the victim of my fate
This is the clear conclusion..