The Fall

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Listen close to the heartbeat.

The pulse and rhythm of us all

Slowly the blood flows through

The rise and the fall.

Beat after beat we grow.

Pumping and strong we try.

Grasping at the straw,

But slowly the tears fall…..we cry!

Over loves lost and lives gone

Angels fallen, souls betrayed..

Wasted time, choices taken

Hearts are open on display.

The fibers of life are torn away.

Forsaken for something. But what?

And the blood it then spills.

And the pulse suddenly stops.

No heartbeat now is heard.

No rhythm or pulse at all

The blood flows from within

There is no rise….but a hell of a fall.




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