Among a hundred attainments, there still remains vindictive questions to ability
Among sighs of relief, a thousand worries that still occupy
Random lies drizzle, screaming their credibility
Yet a fault, of which, I cannot lie.
A fear of loss among the immeasurable gains,
The emptiness at ebb, after the achievements tide
Through the rapturous laughter that the heart feigns
The sting of an error remains, no matter how hard I try to hide
I win a thousand wars and conquer the impossible
Yet there is this one mistake, I lose out to.
Returning from the brightly lit lanes where angels assemble,
Your dark, infernal corners are what I still look into.