There once was a man
Whose heart was made out of gold
Teeth carved from rock and stone
Diamond feet that always shone
But his mind was a frenzy
Shadows tearing him apart
Until there was nothing left to be salvaged
He was a ship wreck
With passengers who will never be missed
That never felt love
He never felt love
He was unstable
He was a threat
So before they could eliminate him
He did
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▼ M E A N I N G ▼
On the outside he was tough yet had a soft heart. But, on the inside he was broken and deemed himself a threat. Even in his unstable mindscape, he still cared about those around him, and thought by killing himself, he would save them the trouble of doing it themselves.
Vommet
➳ Leah Skye
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