Swift Grand Final Sick Easy This

Hey.
You were there when my life was pick-pocketed of its charm.
Grabbing, silent, subversive, cowardly, ignorant.
It was swift.
You were there when my security was set on fire.
Hissing, third-degree, bursting, ashes, glow.
It was grand.
You were there when my innocence tripped over the edge.
Screeching, wind, falling, disperse, lost.
It was final.
You were there when my famous sweetness soured.
Disappoint, ugly, needing, vinegar, anger.
It was sick.
You were there when I wrote this behind my eyes.
Closing, defeat, fake, submission, hide.
It was easy.

You are here now.
Grabbing, third-degree, falling, vinegar, hide.
It is this.
Bye.