Apogee

What will I do now?

I want to be free,

yet I am found in uncertainty;

to find peace in sadness,

to rejoice in war.

Intrusive thoughts oft' hide at my core.

I feel black raindrops on my head.

I see red puddles: my hope is dead.

But where will I go from here?

You've left me alone in this fray.

Death, life: It's all the same fear:

Twilight skies to Dorian Gray.

Remorse? No, revenge and apprehension.

All right you b*****d, you have my attention.

For years you've given me this rising tension.

You are a symbol of mine own retention.

My pain has been at it's apogee,I've felt only agony.

But despite my perception, I'll set you free.

And as I grieve, take your leave Deception.

For now, I can see.