The tumultuous waters roars at the slightest displeasure.
Where were you when I needed you the most?
Deep below in the ocean, wear tears of past lovers submerge the care of the present?
The caves of mountains where anxiety reigns supreme?
High up in the air, beyond the reach of our grandest dreams?
“Till Death do us apart” except Death doesn’t care.
He’s just a regular guy who’s tired of being blamed.
The tentacles of my love for you caused you to suffocate, regurgitate and dissipate.
If only, we could try this all over again, I would happily participate.
— Eluzai Zion.