To extract retribution for calamity caused.
Trying hard to retract absolution.
Walking on the plank of destruction.
Towards my daily self execution.

Torment i infest on myself each day.
Cankers my soul to its depths.
Exasperating thoughts overwhelms my mind.
Intensity heightens of my being inept.

Yea I bow into the silence.
I curtsy to self made flaws.
Seeing silhouettes in the darkness.
Yet so vain in my final applause.

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