Sorry

I can’t rationalize a portion of the dramatic distortion I have spun
all I know
Is I’ll see it through to the end now that its’ begun
The arrow’s arching backward as my spine follows suit
Despair is a backward art that can siphon away your youth
I made notches in my arrogance
I slaved as you misbehaved
and your heart is defrosting but it still isn’t healed
And I start the accosting only as an appeal