wondering how
i thought being here
unconscious, on the floor
would open the door to your reality
but you beating me to the door
and shutting it in my face,
all i thought was to adore,
cause my
minds all wrapped up
tied up in its core.
we hit a wall,
watched it fall,
down, all the way
to the ground,
into a new realm
seamlessly in our helm.
i asked you for help,
to pull me out of my mind,
but you were a new kind,
and i don't know why i was so blind
to your toxin,
it was such a sin.
the blood poured
and spilled
and endangered
our lives, and our bonds,
control the flow of my veins
bringing it through
all the way to you.
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