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I no longer feign beauty, 
The scars remind me 
That I escaped bitterness, 
Dark memories do serve 
As roadblocks to demise, 
And my pain a beacon 
To those who fight similar demons. 
 
 
 
I have seen the fallen, 
Angels snarling into demons 
Being crushed 
By sins heaped unto them 
Their god uncaring 
Turns all blind eyes 
 
 
 
Hope blossoms into despair, 
And troubles lived 
Becomes the messiah 
To save a few from damnation, 
Those without the will 
Are swept in the obscuring undertow 
And abandoned into nothingness. 
 
 
 
Even hands outstretched 
Fail to save those 
Who cry the tears 
That drown them.

Descent