Glorified Martyr

Pitiful, O poor me, I didn’t succeed The wretched naivety elaborately schemed Forged the martyr look on me The betrayal soldier highly decorated was he Deceitful, the ladylove, I once conceded Her vanity to deplorable virtues susceptible Depravity fathoming the depths of the ocean floor Garnering the courage to forge ahead Revengeful, the heart, beneath receded Rummaging the past for hurt inflicted A shame, mass murdering a million cells Vengeance sucks with a sadomasochist gild Wishful, the soul, the hope irradiated Crammed with the wistfulness of lives a many To prayerful monologs of sarcastic overtones Punishing the crabbiness of the glorified martyr