there was always a chance to admit it,

and you were so annoyed,

so annoyed,

as it that qualified anything.

I didn't care then and I don't now,

and if anything a clear head of dawn

has increased the anger a few steps further.

How dare you

collides with

why would you

and the fog was too obvious a simile.

There is a cloudiness to intention

an excusable amount of distasteful action

and reality should also set in.

And what of intentions?

As if they mattered as anything more than a building block of furniture

in hell.