Looking at the deepest abyss
On the verge of a fatal fall
Sentiment is a bliss
Me flying like the stream of a waterfall
Vertigo trembling in my head
The silence of a pulse
defeaning in the view of my last bed
I will go down on that impulse
And that path that led to this
in the back of my mind I always knew
that this sound of a hiss
would also be where I would undo.
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