In the heart of the ocean,
In the depth of the vision,
In the dense of the morning fog,
In the abyss of the marshy bog,
Lost is a heart of a loving gent,
Now a severe heartbreaking fragment,
Trying to appease his struggling heart,
But how he could easily stay apart,
From each moment of love he wove in the furnace,
From his steep fall of love to a nightmarish being loveless.

© @mkg