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falling through the bleeding rafters

i can hear your growing laughter

faster faster falling still

bleeding through this breathless still



searching for the light of silence

fading is this radiant likeness

of a time when we knew this mist

we add our fate to the list



laying,  falling

my life has nothing

bleeding, dying

now im finding

this final cry for salvation

crimson eternal coruscation



resting through my final sleep

knowing we again will meet

to pull my thoughts of you

resting in a dark red noon

out of my eternal room



pleading, breathing

my lack of meaning

drowning, sounding

my soul stops pounding

this final cry for salvation

dying, I see my revelation



loosing my last painful foot hold

my death brings a hateful warm cold

going under the final tea

drowning in the crimson sea

of final remembrance.