The high has been reached and now we're sat at the bottom.
Too tired, to empty to try and climb back up.
So I'll linger around until I can't wait anymore and I'll start my ascent to the top.
I will leave you wallowing in the bottomless pit you created for your victims.
I guess you didn't think you'd end up there too.
Well you're here now so I guess you'll have to deal with it,
And climb back up because you'll be the only one left.
Because we all escaped a decade ago, before you even knew what you had become.
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Spoken Secrets (Various Poems and Short Stories)
PoetryA collection of poems written by myself. A mix of everything and dedicated to what I really feel inside but never really speak of.
