Swinging on my chandelier


I am swinging on the Chandelier holding on tight ,

The booze is hitting me high,

My eyes roll back and my back arch in pleasure,

I never knew freedom tasted so sweet after my battle with depression,

Swinging on my chandelier Down below I see all shadows passing by,

Some angles with their wings open high,
And some devil in disguise

I loose myself and took a last swing,

Then let me fall in the crowd from my chandeliers of dreams

It looked betrayed as I have brooken my Vow,

But reality is all I am left with now,

Smiling at my last swing on the Chandelier,

But not for long as it’s time to take Devil up me as his heir.

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