And he was falling.
Ever since they placed that demon in him,
Marked him out in the crowd,
He had been falling.
Sure, people were there, who slowed the fall,
Making it seem less frightening.
As if if he just believed,
It'd stop.
The falling.
But it never did.
And so here he stands,
On solid ground,
Smiling.
And he is still falling.
