In the depths
Where there are no bounds.
She is in denial.
Torn apart between the
Perceptions of right and wrong.
She doesn't know
Where does she belong?

In the depths my dear,
One should be aware.

For in depths the line of right and
Wrong
Is gone.
In the depths lies the sunken remains of
A tattered ground.
Where the deepest desires hold.
You only see the now.
But depths my friend holds the Chronicle before now.

Above all.
Depths know it all.