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Down
Down
Down
I lay.
The hole is deep,
Reaching miles and miles below.
And I lay there,
Yours to keep.
Yours to keep down below,
Down below in this hole:
This hole of love and hate.
This hole you’ve trapped me in so quick
It could only be fate.
Reaching out with filthy palms,
I beg you let me go.
But you’re not there above that hole,
Gone, gone long ago.
My palms reach out: caked in grime,
My nails claw up: caked in blood
My mouth screams: begging, begging
Begging.
To be let out,
To be free,
To let me leave.
To leave this hole of love and hate,
To leave this hole filled with
Nothing but pain and loss…
But what would be the cost?
What cost.
How much does it cost
To be free of you;
You who’s left with your
Sharp sharp knives
That still cut my mind.
You who’s left me
With nothing to do,
With no one to please.
In between the screams,
I remember you.
I remember all the love you gave
Before you decided to go away.
Before you kicked me down,
Down
Down
Down
Where I can’t come out.
I don’t resent you, my love,
Although I may miss the world above.
The world filled with laughter,
The world filled with care,
The world I would kill to go back to…
But to kill you? I wouldn’t dare.
Besides, you’ve gone far,
Far, far away,
With no care for my life
And no debt to pay.