My rope was sabotaged, cut off.
A looseness repelled a foundation on the run.
Too busy drowning, blood overflowing.
You're mistaking me for an angel, guardian, precious.
Don't define by words, you're exagurating, carefully
mispelling.
Thought I heard a notable whimper, but formally disposed.
A rebellion led to another terrorized nature,
leaving secured an antidote of stagnation.
I abandoned a worthy baggage to sleep a vacant blurr.
Tie yourself to free the mob.
I won't stand alone to live among the dying.