...And darkness is fading in
wilted roses make the bouquets gray
fallen leaves on trees turn the sky black
no wind blows the masterpiece out of place
not a sound.
not a movement.
the silence is deafening as we stare in emotionless eyes.
scarlet cheeks turn auburn.
can you feel the cement below our feet.
the gravity from the 13th floor pressuring down from the balcony.
captivated by your words.
your hatred.
your eyes.
lost track of mind with you.
the wind is picking up, and i stagger.
and i fall from gravity from the 13th floor.
wake up in no mans land
relief washes like an ocean.
look around with panic eyes
i see a familiar place.
wilted roses make the bouquets gray
fallen leaves on trees turn the sky black
the soul lost from gravity from the 13th floor.
i see a miserable lonely.
its calling me
because as you all know
misery loves company.
.and darkness is real.
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