Together, over the edge
We fell into the chasm
Plunging hand in hand chest first
Followed by our past phantoms

Falling like sallow dead leaves
From our own broken branches
Cutting ****** through chaos
Knowing we were taken our chances

Sinking into the dark depths
Of affections pitched blackness
Plagued by our fiery passions
Much like the burning harvest

Endless was our plummeting
We could never hit bottom
But then you let go of my hand
The ground is now your problem

I have wings