The Depth of Regret
Back Again
In a cyclone, I was thrusted through the liquid, back to the original location, still littered with shattered pieces, finally seeing with eyes unclouded.
Never had he stolen the key to the locked door in my mind. He was the key and he had known all along what I was blind to. He knew he was going to die and that I would be the one to bring it upon him. I long to have known these things as well, but at this moment I realized that to get inside the room I wanted ever so much to reach...
I needed him, the solution. I needed a voice to call him. I needed... The Depth of Regret.
THE END
Never had he stolen the key to the locked door in my mind. He was the key and he had known all along what I was blind to. He knew he was going to die and that I would be the one to bring it upon him. I long to have known these things as well, but at this moment I realized that to get inside the room I wanted ever so much to reach...
I needed him, the solution. I needed a voice to call him. I needed... The Depth of Regret.
THE END