He drops me
I fall
I pick him up
He stands tall
Grim on the face of the end
The devil looks pass
I'm not what he needs after all
Saddened by the like of him
She cries
His thoughts turn to black from white
The edge is pitched
Tangled webs catch his drift
He pricks
He prats
I tick
I tack
It deepens the feeling
Hallow walls hold the heaven's grievance
I tighten the grip
He's drenched in script
I slip I slide
He becomes the ride
The end comes quick...I close my eyes and count to five...it disappears all my fears unto the unknown i fade away to never want to see the light of day
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