What was with all the arguments?
Maybe it is between two rights,
Yet both are wrong and frail.
My whole soul and body,
Destroying one another,
Leaving all of me, but every part,
Different thoughts.

And with that,
My face in level with the chandelier.
My eyes held on your particular shape, screaming have mercy,
But my mind,
Ruthless.

And so it was,
My solitary, personality adapted being,
Grasp and exit - but without limbs,
Float away,
My sweet angel.