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(Run. Run. Run. Run.)

Deep beneath the meadow

Your body lay with no purpose

Your name is just an echo

Behind a closing curtain

You’re a fallen pedal

Among a bed of roses

Underwater you will settle

Out of frame where he composes

Forever hopeless

You write woes in red ink

Sprawled across the page

One arm emerged from beneath

And both feet on the brink

Mouth full of dirt, ash, and soil

And a body left in ruin

Pull the roots, stop the lotus from growing

The rot in my hand i s glowing

Fill your head up with assumption

Teeth chatter with anticipation

Sing it loud and sing it proud young one

The heights you’ve reached are empty

You watched burn till it was done

Spiteful, spit on the grave of your descendants

Bound to immortal planes A life to serve your codependents

Veins, your blood tainted with ecstasy and you’re dependant

Corrupted musings of euphoric suspension

Float above the bed you that crawled in

The air is now filled with heavenly intention

Hit the floor so heavily

Feel your weight all over again

Feel the world sit on your chest

Your pain is now a necessity

Death was never an option

Only inevitability

Result of your concoction

Not how but with what hostility

It’s clear that you have fallen

(Turn away. Run as fast as you can, and I'll watch as you crawl back to god, knees bloody and head caved)