Down he fell the slippery slope
Of madness and fury
A feral snarl could be heard
Soon after
Echoing the hidden hurtDown he fell all alone
Whilst her cold melancholy eyes
Looked ahead still
Waiting for him
To disintegrate into dust like the restDown he fell lamenting the loss
Of someone he never really had
Writing about things epically sad
Whilst the darkness consumed his soul
Of which, he had no roleDown he fell into the vat of poison
He called love,
Love the sweetest sin
Surprisingly tasted bitter
Bitter like bileDown he fell from grace
Holding onto hurt just in case
Whilst she scratched him off the list
That was just the gist,
Said the cute little kitten
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