REGRET (poem)
People ask me when is the end near, when is your finial day? I just brush them all away the regret that I feel inside where do my feelings hide? tucked away benth the shallows nothing else in this world matters to me at all, I think about him everyday on a silver cloud he lay high up in the sky Piercing through my demon eye I don't know what is to be rage as thick as knives you see over, under gone is he back to Sterling sea where is he down below anchored ashes to and frow his love gone from my heart slowly tearing me apart REGRET...