When you’re living in a version of hell, but you don’t encompass the strength to fight.
You’ve fallen so deep that you’ve lost your light.
Melting abroad, as you drag your defeated body over a bed after bed of coals.
Another casualty to the cesspool of broken hearts and souls.
There was a knight who existed in a place concealed to your naked eye.
But he too fell victim to a life he lived a lie.
Powerless, he dove down to save you, only to tear your world apart.
And all that he retrieved was the remains of a girl who lost a battle with her heart.

This is beautiful poetry. You have a wonderful gift ā¤ļø
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