Wrath of my actions despises me
Path in which the expansion of destiny
Has happened
An arrow has pierced through the armour
Covering the vision of my enemy
My friend

Me? Not who you really foresee
Futuristic probationary
It is destructive but creative
Till it rock bottoms the reality
Surviving in the shadows of my self contemporary

Seeking redemption through rage
But it does no help at this stage
Will this be narrated elsewhere
The same story of failure in return
In a different story. Different page?