I’m surrounded by depths I thought would hold fairy-tales.
Though my only hope of a happy ending lie,
In the billowing bubbles escaping my mouth.
The darkness here doesn’t swallow you like the abyss,
rather it leaves you to feel wafted through heavy air;
Seeing nothing but a deep romantic blue.
I’m entranced by the emptiness of being so low,
Its seems not all depths carry valuable secrets.