Trickling down, my soul passed.
Like a raging beast, declining fast.
Decreasing power, this empty core.
Descending desire; lust nevermore.
Draining ambition, mislaid beyond.
Seeping distrust, this violent bond.
Cradling youth; as yesterday’s past.
Spiraling downward; falling so fast.
Sketching our love; tracing our ties.
Shackled in pain; festering in lies.
Plunging below, coming up for air,
Sinking in stench; suddenly aware.
Plummeting quickly; hearts untwine.
A failing romance; yours and mine.
Dropping below the depth of mind,
Tumbling hastily – hatred we find.
Reducing strength; ambition dives.
Fondling the ideal, our lives will thrive.
Exhausting demands; love we’ve cast.
Hitting rock bottom; lost within the past.
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