Fire storming,
flame ignited,
blaze heated up,
and the jag of mine burned.

There's no way to escape,
I, myself, caught in a malignancy snare,
a deep tricky cavity
that lead to mere devastation,
and profound remorse.

Lamentably, 
it wasn't my first time.

Let's say,
it came off for the umpteenth time.

These combustible vexations I cannot get rid of,
this gruffness taking over myself,
kinds of my traits that I detest the most.

I, with all my exhaustive penitence,
for all destruction I made,
sorry.