This self destructive dance
Orchestrated by me and me alone
Pale voice and defeated eyes
A portrait made for destroyed skies
Rock bottom? Still a ways to go
Falling through obsessively clad dreams
Blades sampling songs
Trees shaking rope
Paths meeting lakes
Clouds bursting into violent frenzies of heart-drawn carriages
Through it all
Pull me up with your noose
To fall again and again
Hoping for hope and loving for sick
Dance/sing/cry
To 3 years of time
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