Dark, Grey and Deep.

Dark waters
Running deep
Pacing up
Rushing
Gushing
Making noise
Telling stories
Telling lies
Moving constantly

The dark grey
Waters
Making way
Through my chest
With rocks
As sharp
As how she lied

Over mountains
Through the hills
The dark grey waters
Flowing
Roaring
Screaming out
The same stories
Same lies
They believed
Inside my chest
Beating
Feeling every
Movement
Of the stealth
Of the agony
Of choosing
Its course
Of being
Where it is
Not knowing
Where this
Will lead

One good thing
About all rivers
Regardless of
How notorious
They are
They mix
Into the ocean
But the ocean
Seems so
Far.