HolyOrphan

So caught in his quicksand, Sinking to damn fast, The ledge he stood on faded, Lost in memories of his past,The good and bad are mixing, Leaving apathy and confusion, Holding on to the only thing she could, Reality is her only solution,Standing on the edge of it all, He's staring down into his own eyes, Praying that this is the end, "..Please!" that girl cries,Not hearing what she has said, Not knowing if that was by choice, Glancing behind him, seeing her shadow, Noticing the tone in her voice,Back down to death he stares, Choices lie gently in his hands, Swirling old days and night, Twisting skies and lands,Sobs are echoing in his ears, ...