Fallout

Such remorse in the ecstatic flood,
reminds me of ubiquitous blood,
and even more tears.
Burrow me through hope and tear
the vacant everywhere.

What dignity awaited me in the past,
they'd never last.
Fantasy smothered the lake
which kept me awake;
it was just a living bait,
wiggling their paranormal tails like some soulful wait,
they can repent their rebates!
What I'd done, I never dreamed,
as those silks over there, were never seamed.

The shrieks of laughter perforated my fins,
ensnared me into the rapture of sin,
that I could never win.
What fortitude that I have,
are saplings
whom treated me as their underling.
I've grown exasperated of my world,
the people whom I relied, those pieces of darkwood,
they'd taken control of altering my mood.
So don't even try to need me,
if you fail in trying to read me.