All alone

At the end of the day

I sit feverishly pondering

The consequences of my actions

What repercussions will I suffer

Is forgiveness in my future

Sweet, sickening guilt gnaws at me

Slowly nibbling away at my heart

Shame flows from my jagged wounds

Like sweet wine to my salty lips

From a broken bottle called vengeance

Exacting swift revenge

For those whom I’ve caused pain

Still I push on, wide-eyed

Forging my path of destruction

To claim that which I desire