Destined and dazed,
Mingling with the carnivores, spinning webs and flat-lining roses.
Kicking the world back, stopping every pendulum,
Reasoning wrought with fear and laced with liquor, the violence never ceases to interfere.
The bruise provides a window into the mind,
The soul escapes and the frame falls into a bed of water,
The rope was tied around her legs,
Below the river she'll forever hang.
I'll never stop drowning now.
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