Regret is the burning roses in hell,
disguised as an alluring angel.
She patiently waits for the right moment to
strip you of your soul, to create a motionless face
stuck in the oblivion of regret.
What started as a small, containable fire,
instantly washes over the entirety of your spirit,
drowning it in mirrors of despair.
Your essence has become a moonless night sky,
covered by clouds of remorse.
The foggy sky clouds the pilot’s vision and
His plane is out of his control as he crashes to the ground,
Killing the human cargo and himself.
All because of your regret.
Regret is magnificent glitter.
In small amounts its beauty is in the lessons it teaches you.
In big amounts it ruins everything with an unbearable
Sparkle of sorrow.