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Backwards he falls,
foot sliding forward not unlike that of a clown whom slips on a banana peel for cheap laughs.
However, there is no audience for this fool.
Not a single pair of eyes to look upon him as he slowly falls to his demise.
He shall meet his end alone, as he was foretold by many.

He releases a yelp;
half out of despair,
and half out of hope.
But, no one will come.
As he sinks now, he is certain of it.
He was alone from the beginning...
And,
here at the end,
he will meet his end the same.

The ground crumbles under him.
Cracks ripped over like the old, dead scars being reopened after so long.
A dark, delicate, and sweet home awaits for him,
and for no one but him.
Lonely, forever and always.
Smiling and staring at nothing but the sides of his hollow home.
Those eyes reflecting the red moon.
Bloody hands reach to him and try to get his clean, scarred hands.
Slapping them away as they come crashing down.

No longer does he need any help from those who ignored him.
They already left him the dark, gloomy hell hole.
There is no home left for him except this one.
The only home he has left.
As the shadows circle above him like a crib mobile.
Lulling him to a deep, lonely slumber.

Slowly he grows his newborn, giant demonic wings.
Black as the pool that he swims him to protect him from the incompetent hands of the vicious minds.
His eyes changing into the color of the dark, bloody moon that he looks up for guidance.
There he stands.
Mind full of bitterness, heart full of pain, body full of uncovered scars,
but wearing wings that are pure, with eyes that are ready to kill.
That is him.

-A Collaboration by: Snow that flutters down like feathers and Rain that trickles down like tears