Tell me how you died my dear when you ensured compliance how the walls came down tell me how you carved the will to endure defiance how its all changed now tell me how you died inside my cliche gutterfly she said 'I am sort a of a mystery' I exclaimed well 'so am I' sequences of secrets seeking shelter in between the signs and in these instants of repetitive words that just remain relative even the poet resigns 'can't think of the lines' so to me you died inside my cliche gutterfly suddenly edify don't forget the present tense you are only in a sense know the hearts blind arrogance there's a lesson here don't you know? cause to me you died inside my cliche gutterfly