A melancholy of sorrow

The petulant predicament I find myself in, throngs me into exile as I await this formidable sin.. The dissonant identity of my former self, fusillades my unwilling ability to thrive in this overwhelming catastrophic agglomeration.. I can safely expound my frantic failure as I ponder archaic demonized cognitions of unparalleled despair...Shall I proceed with caution or expeditiously plunge into an everlasting misery of nefarious torment?

I do not have any answers to my quandary....So I sit here full of grief, perpetual anguish beyond belief.... I have nothing to do but acclimate myself to this unbecoming scenero.... A wretched insidious endeavour of unforeseen consequence awaits my every decision... I blanket myself in colorful nuances as I seek untold truths that are undoubtedly without elucidation.