Bring me down from this high
Find me peace to sleep tonight
Stop my head and all its rushing
In and out- not worth discussing
Mute the lights and dim the sound
God help me for the coming down
Throat is screaming, stomach numb
I'm breaking down just to become
Sharp colors behind heavy eyes:
Perfection by the perfect crime
Jessy Liz
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-perfect-crime-3/
