till it's end

a tidy bit smitten, tranquil, and forgiving. squandered up memories of all these painful obituaries. time heals, but there is no forgetting. mace me with insults to expose my rage. tiresome rituals I'd rather not take place in. tell me sweet nothings to reduce my pain. get my heart back, then destroy it the same. a ridiculed mess that brought us our fame, so into these fields of uncertainties we wage. trials to tribulations out on these missions. trying to digest what should be forgiven. forefathers and teachers expose our way. how we ride along them, we figure out on our way. time heals and kills us the same. till its end, i wander. so be it my life and unto my grave.