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The Fall

It's only forever, not long at all

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The Fall

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I feel passion
Like a thousand double-edged knives
Slicing through perfect marble flesh
With the knowledge of impossibility
For this fairy-tale world to last
Of you I will simply tire
When the mystery is at last gone
After my flesh has known your flesh
In a tangle of sweat and violence and lies
As love catches a ride to neverland
On a lost speck of hope
Tossed to the floor
As we frantically cleared the table
For the ritual sacrifice
But who could have love for this desolate girl
Whose caresses are of parchment
Cracked and torn from fall after fall
My lush green haven is crumbling
Giving way to concrete and steel
Endless wastelands devoid of color
Not even a weed grows through the cracks in defiance
And the walls rise so high above our heads
All I can see is an endless, starless sky
And your face is transformed into monstrosity
I feel the asphyxia setting in
As I turn to run but my legs take me nowhere
And I succumb
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