Like a falling star,
waiting to be caught,
spinning threads across the sky,
But its dark outside.

What happens when the fires die?
Where is my safty net?
A web of lies and deciet,
Who can you trust?

Its burning inside,
smouldering in suffocation.
Gasping for air,
But there is none.

A candle wick is burning.
Flames licking the sky,
your fingers sizzle.
Burnt out.

Its dark outside.
Ebony skies cloud.
i've fallen.
Ive gone.

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