What's To Come of Any Fate?

Leaving scars of my desire,
Pained and bruised
From endless fire.

Deep within me, future holds
Love and hate,
Though cast from molds

Concept maps of better days
Tangled through our
Sleepless ways.

Money and joy
Go hand in hand.
Living the life and painted coy.

Allegiance pays the debt we owe,
Fighting against
And befriending foe.

Looking up but looking down,
In our own fears
We're sure to drown.

Bitter love
And loving hate
What's to come
Of any fate?