The tears from the sky would not stop falling.
Grains of salt deteriorating my eyes.
Sorrow far below, deep and cold.
The crevices on the bottom of the sea, hold their own secrets.
Never found; lost.
Unrecovered amongst ghosts of an era, eternally deceased.
The enemy of alternate realities.
The “what-if’s” of existence, withered.
An embryo of malfunctions.
The beginning of truth sheds its light, deceiving me.
I have nothing left but dreams and fantasies inside my own mind.