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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