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for no mortal hands 
shall mend these walls 
no words 
shall fill this void 
where 
his heart used to 
beat 
with such blind devotion 
but left him 
to despise 
the very essence of her 
that dares to gleam 
in the morning glow 
hence forth 
he shall 
feed, feast 
upon 
the darkened corners 
content to neglect 
the bitter memories 
that left him 
viciously violated 
foolish-drunk 
with an acquired taste 
for agony and pain 
that gloat 
upon 
his broken soul 
too late 
to turn back now… 
behind him 
a bridge collapsed 
into the fiery pools 
of sorrow 
hell bound 
as he snarled 
at the futile whispers 
that echoed: 
you should have known better!!

In the valley of fools