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Flying without wings

Above the teetering edge of insanity

Illusive secrets safely hidden

Behind a door without a face…

Forgiving – a virtue of the past

The fallen angel avenges all

Stuck between two wrong ways

Nowhere on this path is ‘right’

As if ‘right’ means anything more

Then another fleeting moment of comfort

And feeling accepted by others and yourself

As everything slides down the slope

Towards the abyss

I stop to wonder…

What went wrong?