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I fall to the end of the world

listening to your last word

you tell to sit back

and not fight

just let you keep me down



you stand above me

to be all I can see

saying that I am nothing without you

now all I do is wait

until the time is qued



you say you are the breathes in me

all that I will ever be

the world is your haunting stand

now you’re left alone

until death takes you hand



leaving you madness

forever your madness

in the plume of ink

spread over the torn paper



lonely skys

now engulf you

your pleading sighs

have reduced you

your lies

prove to all

that all bastards

eventually will fall