Details, 
we swim in the fractured
sentences undoing themselves
at the core,
delicate matters we swore we'd hold,
sang like we'd grow young.

Stung,
with these allegations you repeat
and cheat death in these halls,
stalling and stalling and
hold on for your dear life,
cause death is calling.

Stripped,
stolen and forged 
ignored since time came calling back,
amongst the treasures that hide
and you'll slide into the bath,
close the door and bury your head.

Delete,
somber thoughts spelled out
in crushing accounts that offer drama
but nothing more,
stamina that adores the heat
cause it leaves a scar.

Adorn,
the princess with her laments
and as death presents an escape 
she'll relate to the devil himself,
scanning her chest for a flicker of doubt
but there's nothing but abandon.
She's ready to obliterate heaven.

(In a nutshell)