Walking towards you
Is like
Walking to my own execution
And the smile on my face
Is electric
But the devil wrapped in silk
Is still the devil
And If you're gonna be the end of me
Then maybe
Thats how I'd like to die
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Polaris Falling (Poetry)
PoetryEverything falls. Everything ends. And thats where something else begins. Here's to falling. Here's to endings and beginnings. And everything in between.
