I am falling,
Stuttering, shaken and unsure of the fate that awaits me in the next devieving lie.
Before me I see the shape of my soul,
Forever changing like the colour of the non existant.
I am a failed fairy tale,
My wings burnt by the sun,
Covered in skin, myself I am trapped.
Rising up from inside the earth,
All knowing, unforgiving,
Bitter and twisted.
This is her revenge.
Falling out of myself,
Out of mind, body and soul,
All alone in space and time,
Through inexistence I fall,
Going no where,
With no where to land,
This is my fate.
I am already dead,
This is my death.
Roxanne Royer

No happy ending

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