He stood on good intentions with a penchant to give all his heart, but no one ever mentioned it could all fall apart. And, In fact it would, so he stays alone in memory of moments that were good. He’s been lost amongst the fray. Once agin he’s paid the cost of love that wouldn’t stay, and love that wouldn’t fight. He hangs on to ideas of her with his every ounce of might, but starts to fall behind. He’s lost all the rest of himself, time now comes for his mind. He becomes merely a shell. He knows full well that he’s destined for the fires of Hell, but he knows Hell well. He’s heard the screams. He’s seen hooves, the horns, and hate, for they haunt him in his dreams. They taunt him to his face, and remind him how she’s left him in this god forsaken place. He knows the fury of a woman scorned, but wasn’t warned. He never asked, he was taught, for she was clever enough to wear an angels mask that he had bought, He was mistaken. Now everything he had to give was brazenly taken. He remains amazingly shaken. He begins to break and make great mistakes. Her love was fake. He loses all, and never heals the wounds and bruises from the fall. His barricades have been breached by beauty. He lost his direction and all sense of duty. So he curses at the skies and prays things get made whole. He prays that tomorrow comes to save his soul, but just before he’s completely torn and starts to break up, he wakes up. He offers only a cold blank stare, for daylight comes again, and brings with it a fresh nightmare.
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