Fallen-What

Move on over just a bit,
So I can take my place,
Atop this giant pile of shit,
And see your second face.

Here you sit with nothing felt,
And perched atop your lies,
Nothing real can harm or melt,
Your blackened heart, or cold, cold eyes.

I hate you, and all that you are,
And yet I join you still,
I don’t know how I fell so far,
Or in me what was killed…