Falling down a cliff, one of despair, misery, and false hope...
Was I pushed, did I take a leap of faith, faith that i am going to regret...
Tomorrows a new dawn, noon, and night; each a new season of love, hate and death...
Slowly falling, the light dwindling, the darkness never forgiving, light always favoring the other side...
My blood as ink, I write a last poem that will fade away with my memory, if I even have one...
A new way of living, a new way of dying, an old friend, a new enemy...
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PoetryMy second book of poems, love these poems a lot, I love all of my poems for that matter.
