primagin

 Made of the afterglow of crumbling races,      Sweet Child, fall into the abyss.       I can't promise I'll catch you,     But I can promise I'll watch you fall. You'll land amongst the bittersweet embers,     Of a shamed angel caught aflame.              Every time... Your tears will be washed away in the sea,       As you slowly start to drown.   Such a tragic ending for one so kind,  But I'm growing accustomed to seeing such things. I've watched you die a thousand deaths, if not more,   Knowing the whole time I could have saved you.                   Every time...    Such innocence deserves to die for the world