Despondent.
Whispers seldom heard.
A fiery, gaping hole.
I descend.
You set my heart ablaze.
My ashes proved the ruin.
Why am I not fased?
I set the sun on you.
I thought you knew.
But I see no change.
Penetrating words.
I removed the caution.
Why'd I relapse?
Decreasing the truths in the world is a bitter concept.
I play my own part in the victory of shame.
These words don't blend.
