fatal fall.
his fatal fall down into
the World which. stopped,
yet still a l i v e
anxiously
waiting for
normality to Rebirth.
Like the children of the World with
their last laughing mothers
seen.
To say,
the
m
e
l
t
i
n
g
man
wrapped in a coat of his trickling
metallic red plasma
carefully, not missing one spot.
His bliss,
forcefully sucked
under
the living greenery
of the Underworld.
His howwwling whisper,
only recognized by
his frozen. black heart.
A pure heart
with thornsofredrose,
piercing painfully
with each
breath. breathed.
His beautiful tragic memories
uncontrollably
dis a p p e a r i n g …
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