The second you lose grip
on passions strong pull
It triggers the fall
descending you into the troughs of denial
A squalor of saturated filth
of motionless actions
meaningless movement
Where hope is a child inside
That you've drowned
The moment you lose sight
or what you love
Is when
denial sets in
A dark seed
you've bedded beneath the soul
Blindly
And you still think about me,
and see me
But all I see
is purity behind eyes
that is fading quickly like the aging dawn.
You are strangling it
Whringing the sunlight out,
You are drowning it
Letting the abyss flood in
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