The Abyss always present, reaching to pull me back
I escaped for a time, first to one then to another
then when I thought it had me...
I felt the warm hands, the caresses the cmae at a time
I thought I wouldn't escpae this time.
Soft words, that healed the hurt..
Slowly, she had me, holding my heart once more
Then she trashed it, broke it..
it crumpled within her hands..
The abyss surrounded me, pulling me back
not even my tears nor cries helped me escape.


Penned by my hand on the 9th of Midsummer, in the year 71 MA.