Turning Somewhere Else

That cold sparkle of despicable antipathy, which never waned and was held inside secretly, didn't start any true affection or desire in me: on death's final breath it'll agonize me! Turning somewhere else is seeking vengeance, from somebody so embolden by anger and apathy; being unkind is showing the falsity of pretense: cling to me and spare yourself more days of agony! Compassion is another form of unpretentious sympathy, it must be felt adequately to be convincing and genuine; no comfort is offered, only shallow words that swiftly dwine: their echo is louder than a thunder rattling any gloomy sky! Turning somewhere else to find a plausible answer won't alleviate the anxiety built by a tragic outcome; come to the senses, knock down the wall of lonely prisoner: behind it stands the road to freedom, don't be too fearsome! It's either deranged madness or unwillingness to appease an imploration suffocated by tears so mercilessly unheeded; no arms are open, no ears listen to anyone who's wrecked and afraid: will human mercy be shown when the tides turn and events displease?