I'm falling down.
Into the town where my secrets lie and wait.
For I'm coming home to the darkness so, they'll feast.
And burn.
And grow.
My heart is tainted gold,
on the outside not the in.
Deep down is black and red but who knows which will win.
Whichever though,
I don't care,
but my favors with the red.
Because I rather care and love and feel then be cold and bare and dead.
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©kayvee
K