The darkness consumes my very spirit.
As I tumble down I reach out for safety.
As with love, safety has long ago abandoned me.
I call out, my words are silenced. ... Regret runs scarlet thru my weak veins.
My soul cries out as the flames violently singe my flesh.
Laughing at my pain, the angels reject my pleas.
The light fades, and God is sorry for the part he has played in my demise.
-Johnny V.
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