Soulless Window

Blankly, I beg to be brutally burnt.
Sinisterly, I select substantial suffering.
Hastily, I haggle for the most hellish heartache.
…
I watch the endless hours,
the countdown of conviction,
lingering around the truth -
the day of forgiveness,
eternally waiting...

Release never arrives.
Maybe lost in the mail,
abandoned like my
happiness, my hope.

Acceptance is substituted,
voluntarily or vehemently.
A life injected with regret
but vacant in the heart.
…
Blankly, I burn my beasts in a breach of brutality.
Sinisterly, I sanction the severe suffering.
Hastily, I harbor it within my heartache.