𝗥𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀

𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎

The depths of my mind, are far more greater, then the deepest parts of the ocean.

Is my fear my killer, or is it regret, that pulls the trigger.

Nights pass in quick waves, bubbling with uncertainty,sadness, terror, and hatred?

Promises that should not exist, or be broken, still haunt me, for the love that was unspoken.