The blue sky didn’t suit instead just grey
Dark and grey
And when the rain falls the feathers you stole from me will weave into the nothingness you left behind
He leaves you there to rot
Watch as his life continues perfectly
Watch as you fall and laughs as you go
Midnight sickness and hours of nothing pouring into themselves with the water of poison and expecting
Running through like a fool
Foolish
You’ll never be what you think you are.
You’re nothing.
He knows it.
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