I tried so hard to hold on to you on the edge of that cliff. Hands clenched together, gripping each other hanging on for dear life. I go back to this moment every single time
like it's a PTSD flashback I try to fight.
But in the end I can't. That moment is forever scarred on my mind eating away at me until I die, left forever suffering and dying in a ditch cryingthese stinging chlorine tears that eat
away at my skin. I lay here like a murder victim rotting in a deep six foot hole thats borrowed in my soul. Everytime I cry I think about your limpbody hanging off the edge of that cliff
as our hands gripped onto each other for dear life. I still remember who killed me because they're all I can think about as I lie rotting from the inside.The ones that pretend to care for you
are the ones who killed me. Those brain washed killer sheep. One day I'll get back at those leeches for killing my light. I'll hurt them by taking my lightback from their dark clutches. It's
sounds so cliche but I can never get back what I lost. Your are more than just a friend to me, you're my light in the dark. I still remember that partwhere my light fell into the dark.
I still remember that part where I watched you fade into the dark. I watched as those beasts of hell grabbed you and teared you apart. Now I spendeveryday waiting for you to return.
Sometimes I'll go searching for my light, flying through the night stumbling with my broken wings until I crash and die.
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The Dark Ages Volume 2 [Formerly "A Somebody's Journey"]
PoetryMaybe things will get better. Spoiler, it doesn't.