Savage regret tears through me
Buffetting my soul
Beating upon it, ravaging what's left of me
Leaving behind a great, gaping hole..
Winds of sorrow whisper, softly hissing
Why did you do it.. why didn't you think about..
What could have been, what could have come
A rain of maybes begins to fall
It falls and falls in torrents
Becoming a flood of despair
Breaking through my dam of indifferent bliss
Rushing, flowing, running.. into everything