Wicked Fate


We couldn't help it
The daze he was in.
His rapid eye movements,
and legs constantly shaking.
He couldn't help it
Any of it.
In the dark, in a high.
He was pulled in by chains,
and the grip was so tight.
He slept for days, mind awaken
for weeks.
Needed to be free with love.

With his shaken hands,
and everyone's doubt.
dying in what was everyone's rust.

A paper string. A wicked fate.
hopeless,
hope in the darkest hour.
Breathing in.
He couldn't help it; Yes...
But he was destined for great.

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