A plea for forgiveness
Echoes through
My shadowed, murky shallows.

Though I'm sure it'll vanish
By the first cream tendrils
Of sunlight, of sanity;
Dawn.

I've been asleep;
I have been weak and tired
For centuries in my dark abyss.
May I awaken
So that I may live
Soberly
With joys unbridled?

It's a selfish wish,
And as aforementioned,
It'll be a short-lived longing.
If my wail can pierce
The barrier of dimensions,
Then may I ask you to hear my cry?

Worse than someone
Whom has but nothing
Is she who casts away

Her "everything";
And abandons such a miracle,
That has made me damned.

With bleary eyes
And a tired yawn,
I float through the hindering swill.
Swimming, drowning
In my regrets;

But the words are already lost to the night.