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Falling, crashing down and spiralling into abyss,
The worth of the world is lying beneath me,
To cushion my fall and break the bones that structure my every sentence,
There is something intriguing about the position that you died,
I picture your fall the last gasping breathe that you inhaled so sensually,
How your chest rose and fell in that uncomfortable incomprehensible disfigurement,
Yet beneath all the mutilation of life, you are stunning.

Suffocating beneath the feather light pillow,
Struggling to claw your skin from your arms, when did you become so strong,
That you could hold me down until the life was released from all of me, and I was gone,
The scene is dark and the curtains are drawn on this case as we gaze in wonder,
The victim and her fake penitent nails bare witness to the crime of passion,
For the world that lies to itself and to us all as we commute to the wonders that unravel.

Something follows me in the footsteps of a million girls world wide,
And I scream blue murder until I cannot breathe air to draw breath,
And you’re all over me with your filth and lies and you are pouring into me,
Cleanse me all I can to scrub the corruption from my veins,
Nothing can free me form the democracy of the lifestyles we are meant to lead,
And breaking free can only be the one-way track we see in the news flash day to day.

Description
Falling, crashing down and spiralling into abyss,
The worth of the world is lying beneath me,
To cushion my fall and break the bones that structure my every sentence,
There is something intriguing about the position that you died,
I picture your fall the last gasping breathe that you inhaled so sensually,
How your chest rose and fell in that uncomfortable incomprehensible disfigurement,
Yet beneath all the mutilation of life, you are stunning.

Suffocating beneath the feather light pillow,
Struggling to claw your skin from your arms, when did you become so strong,
That you could hold me down until the life was released from all of me, and I was gone,
The scene is dark and the curtains are drawn on this case as we gaze in wonder,
The victim and her fake penitent nails bare witness to the crime of passion,
For the world that lies to itself and to us all as we commute to the wonders that unravel.

Something follows me in the footsteps of a million girls world wide,
And I scream blue murder until I cannot breathe air to draw breath,
And you’re all over me with your filth and lies and you are pouring into me,
Cleanse me all I can to scrub the corruption from my veins,
Nothing can free me form the democracy of the lifestyles we are meant to lead,
And breaking free can only be the one-way track we see in the news flash day to day.