Resentment cast aside to celebrate the glory of human life

But there's a frankness I cannot hide

When I speak to myself

When there's no one in sight

You could have been truthful

You could have at least called out to me

Dead set? Hellbent?

How could I stop what I couldn't see?

And this grudge eclipses my grief

Resentment boiling

I try to quell the feeling by compassionate means

But it's intrusive; it's obscene

It distracts when the blame feels like it's squarely with me

You could have been truthful

You could have at least called out to me

Dead set? Hellbent?

How could I stop what I couldn't see?

You could have been spiteful

You could have least had it out with me

Dead set? Hellbent?

This fucking grudge eclipses my grief

And masks the guilt I can't relieve

This selfish purview saves my wandering mind

"what if?" brings no comfort

"what then?" felt useless to wonder

"what now?" feels unanswered

"what's left?" is a memory that eats me like a cancer

Regret, leave me to mourn

Dead set? Hellbent? What if?

Regret

Dead set? Hellbent? What if?