It's that final push
I go sailing down the basement stairs
Tumbling flailing
Breaking cracking
I lie bleeding laughing
In the middle of the vertigo
All your plans have come to fruition
But
Bit by bit
My curses will hang over you like storm clouds
That's why I laugh as I bleed into the driving rain
My love my love
I lay dying and laughing through broken teeth
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