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         The sky begins to come crashing down,
cracked and tattered worn and weathered.
        The words disapear before I speak them
before i can jot them down to remember
they crumble silently in my hand,
and I've fallen.
The shattered sky has humbled me.
The stars no longer hang themselves.
The struggle still rewinds,in my mind
peices of the battle;
scattered through the heavens,
and i have fallen.
to a darker purpose
a black embrace.. wicked thoughts, cold sweats,
and cruel dreams haunt the mind inside of me.
The torn sky reminds me.
Of how far i've fallen