Night Is Deep Now

I'll sit face to face with me and interrogate my soul about my rise and fall. Night is deep now and my tired couch is reclining on me as the tasks did from morning to dusk. They tossed me on the hot pan all day long, tenaciously and without any reason, except pence and penny. If you ask me to be lucid in explaining my terms and to deepen my tones, I can't because, the diction which deliberately appear under the pressure of my index finger are forcing to get in on the screen. This is my fate, my inevitable lot, like my love, instead of your scolding and hatred I can't expose. It's your destiny and mine too. Scorching yet tolerable! I am now face to face with I and me!