With the word "forgiveness' steadily lodged in my throat, I find myself at a crossing to take the road where I uphold and abide by values that have shaped my essence for a prospect to perceive clarity within crimson stained lenses. Or follow the path in which I warmly accept wrath to consume me, to override my conscious and tether it's hostile-fueled limbs in whatever is left of me. No sense in mending a heart if there is nothing left to mend.