The Fall
Swirling, twirling, spinning out of control,
life has taken an unexpected turn,
my running away has taken its toll,
in the abyss of hell, i'm left to burn.
I can only hope for some redemption,
to salvage anything from the wreckage,
there seems to be no form of salvation,
nor is there a way to stop this carnage.
When did i meet this spiritual vampire,
that siphoned every bit of happiness,
and now i don't know how to acquire,
my sanity after all these madness.
Turning, falling, crashing without a sound,
i've lost all senses for comprehension,
can anyone lift me to higher ground,
and just complete my total mutation.
Intramuros
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