Black-Book vs. Ill Phenom (Black-Book Wins Via 3-0 KO)

[Black Book]

A Rescue Mission

At the bottom of this mountain, you will find where I came from. I use to journey up here just because it was a sanctum, but when I started to realize it ain't one...
..It was too late & my fate was sealed. I reflect, "Only if the minor cuts had just healed, they wouldn't have formed a giant wound where so much blood's spilled."
I've become quite introspective & objective, but not before I fell in subjective thoughts, which have been regressive.
I left where life was good & beautiful, & came to where life is a funeral. The edge is right there; it'd only take one move to go.
But I know he's been on my trail. I glanced over my shoulder, & when my eyes fell, I saw him & almost cried, "Help!", but instead I fell...
..off the cliff where life's gone cold, but then I felt a strong pull. What do I find myself attached to? A long rope.
He's looking down; straining to keep a grip. I yell, "Let me go, let me fall into the deep abyss!" But he doesn't get sheep a bit. He just sits there tugging, getting his teeth to grit.
He slowly makes the rope inch upward. Flashes of happiness struck me, & I shuddered. Tears came to my eyes & I quietly uttered, "I was everything but heard..."
That's when the realization dawned. I could finally look at his face in fond ways & bond.
He pulled me up over the cliff in haste; he collapsed exhausted, but at that moment my heart then raced, & I took him into an embrace.
I whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I love you!" He looked at me with the look that said that he just knew. Then I said, "This is where we start a life of new!" He smartly replies, "That's a must do..." I just laugh & give him another hug too.
You see? The time on this mountain was the progression of my depression.
The edge of the cliff is where I almost went off the deep end when I felt like there was no more that I could weaken.
& he was my son, my own flesh who came to my rescue.

[Black Book]

A Rescue Mission

At the bottom of this mountain, you will find where I came from. I use to journey up here just because it was a sanctum, but when I started to realize it ain't one...
..It was too late & my fate was sealed. I reflect, "Only if the minor cuts had just healed, they wouldn't have formed a giant wound where so much blood's spilled."
I've become quite introspective & objective, but not before I fell in subjective thoughts, which have been regressive.
I left where life was good & beautiful, & came to where life is a funeral. The edge is right there; it'd only take one move to go.
But I know he's been on my trail. I glanced over my shoulder, & when my eyes fell, I saw him & almost cried, "Help!", but instead I fell...
..off the cliff where life's gone cold, but then I felt a strong pull. What do I find myself attached to? A long rope.
He's looking down; straining to keep a grip. I yell, "Let me go, let me fall into the deep abyss!" But he doesn't get sheep a bit. He just sits there tugging, getting his teeth to grit.
He slowly makes the rope inch upward. Flashes of happiness struck me, & I shuddered. Tears came to my eyes & I quietly uttered, "I was everything but heard..."
That's when the realization dawned. I could finally look at his face in fond ways & bond.
He pulled me up over the cliff in haste; he collapsed exhausted, but at that moment my heart then raced, & I took him into an embrace.
I whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I love you!" He looked at me with the look that said that he just knew. Then I said, "This is where we start a life of new!" He smartly replies, "That's a must do..." I just laugh & give him another hug too.
You see? The time on this mountain was the progression of my depression.
The edge of the cliff is where I almost went off the deep end when I felt like there was no more that I could weaken.
& he was my son, my own flesh who came to my rescue.