Perfect Downfall

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Tears became a friend, not a foe, but a shoulder.

Broken was a destination, not a builder, but a holder.

A shattered dark hole that kills with every breath.

Buried beneath toxins and unregistered death.

A slip around the neck became a vision, a desire.

As thoughts of wanting to rest pushed forth, conspire,

Fear becomes a ruler in that not of sanity

Struggle cradles the soul, bottle-fed tragedy.

A story that's been told by so many voices.

A riddled path, fiery devotion.

As the mind is plagued by beatings, pain.

The only regret is taught overstuffed shame.

River flow-- waterfall of beauty,

But what is a beacon?

That literally knows all

As living became a treading story

Our beloved Perfect Downfall...



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