Slime

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Slime is dripping down her face
from a gory embrace
tears in eyes have dried
since her last breath died
pain has flown to stay
together with her convey
leaving this time and space
to set foot in another place
meanwhile he is there
gripping her tangled hair
from the top of his lungs screaming his hurt
setting off red alerts
exchanging ears that wil never again hear
with visions that become clear
the people that found him there
had only one thing to share
"you don't need to be a seer
to understand what happened here"
so now he's locked away
forever there to stay
a head full of intent
but bars that will prevent
he's taken from his life
degenerating alive
slowly going insane
with thoughts of her remain
could she have survived
while he is deprived
her laugh resonates from the walls inside
but how is that possible when she died?
the truth is as easy as it's sad;
he never killed her
he took his own life instead

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