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I’m losing,

it’s gaining the upper hand,

everything I do,

it counters,

everything I place in it’s way,

it moves,

blood is on my hands,

yours,

the worlds,

I can’t stop it,

I never had a chance,

he was an idea,

a chance,

but she sold herself,

allowed the beast in,

shared her secrets,

her sins,

it devoured her whole,

and with her,

so do we perish,

unless,

maybe,

the ending is not yet set.

 

8 Comments Add yours

  1. Dead Donovan says:

    The ending is never set, man! I’ll expand on this poem — Lol!! Just kidding🙂 Brilliant words.

    ~PR

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks so much, if you have an idea, by all means, expand😉

      Liked by 1 person

  2. jac forsyth says:

    I read this straight after, Sunshine. This is so seriously beautiful, you never fail to amaze me.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks so much, it’s not what I normally find myself doing, but I’ve been toying with these ideas, in between the shorts, I wanted to do something else, something different. This is what happens, I’m glad you enjoyed it, thanks again🙂

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  3. Meiji Zapico says:

    Wow. I don’t know what to say but wow.

    Liked by 1 person

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