The Fall

January 8, 2012
The fire
It burns
Through his ever green eyes
Whispering of the stories
That he swore to never tell
Of the secrets that he's solemnly kept
Within the quiet chamber of his heart
Silence he bears
Alone behind the closed door
With no one to care
He slips
Falling deep down
Into his own despairing sea
Of loathing and loss
Of depression and self mutilation
On his lips
A smile appears
On his heart
A soul disappears

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