WE ALL FINNA DIE
NOTICE ME SEMPAI

It was at the tender hand of darkness to which she fell.
And it was the cold lean body of death that held her for the last time.

How am I supposed to water my garden
When you were the only flower I wished to plant?

Like a wave to the shores of some far off beach
You will return to me.
Like some cosmic phenomenon only appearing by chance,
You may return to me.
Like the first rain in a desert dying in midsummer,
I hope you return to me.
Like the pleas for death to give mercy,
I beg for you to return to me.