Ever hunting, weapons of odium
For me to be a mirror
Something that resembled ugliness
Hatred, you held in the depth
Of a bloody soul
Never did you walk that bridge
Only stopped half over
The edge looking down
Pulling me down
Times that I,
Had climbed that
Jagged peak. Waiting for me
Believing in me, for one second before
You cut my safety line, and watched as I
Plummeted back down to the depths, of that hole
You call a home.
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