No one thinks you're special,
no one cares for the drama of your fall,
how you clung to the clouds fierce as fire
and fell with Luciferian grace when they pushed you out,
wings pressed to your back in the infamous dive
that could only happen once, that happens everyday,
and you wonder who is watching
and you wonder where you'll land, and you wonder
what music best fits your fall
as you plummet symphonic power
an inverted crescendo to the ground.
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