Friends flee like rats from the 

Skeleton ruins; I could list everything 

That I'm not but I would be lying; cast that 

Heart like a diamond stone into water as 

Brash and tempestuous as

Heathcliff; it's time to drown my 

Sorrows in another toxic lake. 

Everything's sick in the moonlight; my 

Heart is like a cinderblock; a Cinderella 

Doom-dance in the cold dawn ashes,

I'm discarded. 

The End

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