My heart is slowly falling,
Falling into this thing called love.
And
Softly being swayed back and forth,
By its golden chains.
The chains:
The chains are now slowly breaking,
And rusting away into dismay as she leaves.
And
As she screams away all the love,
Like red leafs on a dusk tree.
Yet my heart still looks forward to seeing her pale,
Face once more in the valley of woe.
The darkness:
Shame and deceit,
Weaken my body.
And the darkness that surrounds me,
Never felt so comforting.
As I fade away into its bosoms,
For only she knew how to keep me,
In touch with this thing called life.
Now I’m afraid, I’m alone, and falling into a void,
Where beauty has no presence.
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