The Falling

I followed you down the rabbit hole,
   Believing in all the magic life could bring.
Thinking you would unlock the chains I wore,
   Setting my spirits free.
To teach me not to live in my head, but through life instead.
   You knew what to say, to make me feel not afraid.
While holding the key to my heart, knowing your way through its maze.

Little did I know, this was no rabbit hole.
   No hope of going to Wonderland existed and I grew cold.
I was trapped in a never ending grave, with nowhere to go.
   Stealing the magical innocence away from me as I went
Too late did I realize you chained me to you.
   The feeling of freedom dwindled into regret.

But it was too late.
 
  Words you fed me started to taste sour
Starting to choke me in a full force of a drowning power
You laughed softly as you ripped the heart from my chest and whispered it was fate.
   For you were mine, and I am yours.
There was no other way to be.
  What more could I ask for?

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Forever falling, deeper and deeper I went.
   Whenever I cracked and shattered, 
You would put me back together again.
   The chains that bound me to you only grew heavier.
No longer could I remember the sunlight on my skin.
   Memories became trapped in the shade of an eclipse,
Light that they once held gone, buried in feelings of transgressed sin. 
All hope bled out of me through the scars in which you had left.
   Slowly my heart started to shrivel and desiccate from within.

My body lay crumbled at the bottom,
  Fingernails caked in dirt from helping you dig the place in which I lay.
The solitary, waterless tear slid down my porcelain face 
 As my eyes stared up at a starless sky.

This is where you left my poor, broken body.
  Leaving me when you deemed me unfit of further use.
Knowing that I was prepared to die, with foolish thoughts that if I had to, 
I would still die for you.
   You abandoned my shattered pieces as they began to blow away 
Sharing one last thought, oh how we laughed together at our inside joke,
  Both knowing that the pieces were too small to put back together again.
So they might as well be lost to the wind.

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