By Damien Knight

Going down swiftly
Spiral toward the dirt
Crushed, broken
The heart hurt

Long for salvation
From the pain
Going down fast
It rains

Death imminent
Knocking at the door
Beg for anything
Don’t care anymore

Then he sees
A shadow in the dark
Flies toward him
To heal his heart

A gentle hand
On his chest
She calms him
Pleads he rest

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