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A world spinning,
An adolescent,
Alone, yet still grinning.

What has become of us?
Hiding emotion behind the jokers face.
A smile, a laugh,
Bleeding out upon the floor,
What is it,but that of a heart?

A cold heart about die,
She gazed upon this moonlight sky.
She spread her wings.
She could fall, or she could fly.

A comet with a broken tail,
A bleeding heart useless and frail.
Silent tears fell beneath her veil.
Nothing works in this tragic tail
She whispered as onto a spike her head, did she impale.

Now that she is gone,
I will allow you to forget.
For you see she is the one, you laid upon your bed.
Cold, stiff, broken, dead.
Now she truly is how she felt,
Now she truly is how you felt.