I know I made a promise
But my deeds never filled it’s pot.
I know because of me the lightening flashed deep
Heaping darkness in it’s dreariest of piles.
For, the moon hates liars,
wooing the stars to casts heaps of scorn upon,
Because of me your void now flames fires
For all the fault, truely is my own.
From the remotest fortress of my inside
I lay solely sorry by it’s side,
Feeling your pain gnaw in my core
Layer by layer yet deep more.
Your fragility hurts I know,
That it’s sorrows feeds from low
For that cause I grieve an entire ocean
Yet dearly sorry i owe unpayable debt to your emotion.