After the Wrath

Looking at the same Moon, from a different window,
Wishing for the same roof,just underneath a pillow,
Hoping for a heart that's bulletproof? Yet aint an armadillo,
Trifling are my rhymes? Take them indeed as peccadillo.

You tell me you drifting, I don't see you low,
Oh! Was it my fault? Or were you the one to blow?
I reap for my faults, and for the deeds you sough,
But coming out stronger, I am the topper of this show.

You better go, with the one casting spell of the witches,
May you are wounded in hell, who gonna do the stitches?
Do the thing you love, keep up with your constant switches,
Enjoy your company, satan does what you do - he ditches.

Savages for damages you caused, thinking I am constructive,
Looking at your progress, how can you call it productive?
The future was clear, but you made it look obstructive,
Now look at my kingdom, everything here is destructive.