Ava holds me tight in her delicate skinny arms,
And whisper perfectionin my ears.
Ava comes to me at night, she fills me with dreams and leaves a kiss in my mind.
  
She breaks into pieces, like a flower loess its Patals as winter arrives.
Lost I call out to her, not a whisper.
Somewhere between obsession and perfection I lost control.
All dreams were illusions, illusions which made me quietly bleed.
And now I walk a blurry path unsure and lost, where the only exit is death
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As I slowly dig my grave, I sit and watch time fly by, as my soul run away, my existence begs for redemption, begs  me not to give up, but I'm already far to gone.
Ava penetrates your mind and controls your life.
Ava is a liar