An Abysmal Acrimonious Accord

As I lay here on my uneasy bed
Considering the choices of my cursed life
Thoughts and memories flow throughout my head
And I think on all my guilt and sullen strife

So it seems the heinous expropriates
By dousing the few good times completely
As my conscious drowns, the anger affiliates
My fate is determined oh so bleakly

If there is a way out, let it be known
For I have reached an epilogue of ends
Continuing on I will not condone
Honesty to myself I will not bend

Let it be heard; it will, indeed, be felt
That the concrete lies of my span shall melt