What do you think of my poem?

Question

Your own absurd priorities,
Keep me awake each night,
How could you only chance to live be,
Second to inflicting pain?

Is this your fantasy death bed,
How you have wished for it to end?
You layed down knowing your loved ones,
Will soon wish they had the same.

Only this is not how the night was planned,
The plan of the night was quite different.
This isn't your night of suicide,
This is your night of vengence.

The new day is here, and I am left,
With all you seeked for me,
You left me tears and plenty guilt
And of course my dear, yourself.

Answer 1

cool

Answer 2

"seeked" should be "sought"
It has promise, adjust your syllable counts in a few places and try to play with analogy if you can.