I have strared, yet I cannot see.
What is it that is left here for me?
I have shouted
All that remains is a small voice in my head.
I have listened, to here only myself.
I am ashamed for all my actions were for who?
I stare into the black of the sea.
I cannot fight what is to come.
The eyes of my stare cannot share what I feel.
Sadness is not a lie.
I watch it crush me, then I die.
