The shallow murmur, but deep down it's deafeningly silent...

Fears and uncertainty abound,
Full of hopes.
I don't know if it'll be lovely or nasty
It just feels hazy...

Words had been slashed to shreds
And an emotionless stare
But watery eyes welled up...

Our future is like a black portent;
our present will be engulfed cause of our past...

We are doomed to fail in our present...
Really, Is nothing left to take or give back?
Not even Love?
Is there no tomorrow?
Is this all we can expect?
Or the end is imminent!

"Well, We'll stay", I repeated.
© Ayushi