His head held in shame, wanting to free himself of his mortal frame. Written in disguise, he has yet to face is own lies. For his actions are frowned, and he may be dejected, everything tossed his way is reflected. His thoughts must be endowed, for his actions guaranteed loud. He must strike with retribution, it is his only weapon of resolution. Unexpected Expectations, perceived differently upon a persons own twisted creations. He may be forever drenched in gloom, waiting yet to flee the room.