Throw everything and yourself away
Into the vortex again,
Be ready the rush of pain,
Yours is nothing but a memory of yesterday,
I need to lose this life’s dress
So, rip me apart by the strings
Of my precious fallen wings
And make something of the bloody mess
To be destroyed and reborn,
By something beautiful
Is remarkably horrible
And grotesquely scorned
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