It hurts when I look back at all the time we shared, moving the hands of that impetuous clock.
Me losing my focus like a ghost inhale, you cutting me open with that love laced blade.
I fell to the cliche', submissed to a dwelling, letting the rot of "us" break into custom.
I knew better, can't let go though, ego step down, my spine going overflow.
Why did you have to do this, be the karma cunt, an intermediate, the grim for love.
Tore me down, broken bond, euthanasia active down sown, you've done this now.
A mess I can't clean, my forte' doesn't sink in, scales tilting in your favor, your hand the upper.
I thought this was different, my virtue shivered, you reinforced that, made me stronger.
Now, I'll never give in, never doubt myself, you'll come and go, but I'll still be there.
Whatever happens, let it be known, the bells ring, the trumpets drown the drumming roll, I made a bad, I will set it right.
Sink back now, die down again, let go of life, sleep again, won't ever wake up, not for your face.
-Angad Nanda