The Fall.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥

𝘐.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘐𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯’𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦?

Wings as white as a dove’s feather,
To ever fly to the sky higher,
The purity and magnificence shines,
That even the gods envy thine.

The burden of the process to make—
The perfect quality; a pleasing sanctity
No matter how much time it takes,
To maximize the artist’s creativity.

He shall take the fall!
To those who want it all!
Desecrating the balance of scales,
He who shall turn frail!

Heed the warning,
For there is no greater than the turning,
Of what is beyond the future,
Devoured by the sea, never to recover.

II.
Selfishness that infects the soul,
But we merely are fools,
Desperately giving in to demons,
Foreshadowed with euphoric intentions,
A psychedelic admonition,
Giving death a ticket for deadly attrition.

𝘞𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦,
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳.

Marcmire 🚬