Deadset

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?