What of those who place themselves in others?
Why, death.
The fool who trusts a stranger
Who can not see the buds
Of a flowering enemy
Revealed to be mine own self
Death awaits.
They've stolen, taken myself
By force, by sweet poison words
****** my life's marrow
Death comes to me
A friend,
That mortal sheet to lift
And I will emerge
Anew.
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 9:14 AM UTC
What of those who place themselves in others?
Why, death.
The fool who trusts a stranger
Who can not see the buds
Of a flowering enemy
Revealed to be mine own self
Death awaits.
They've stolen, taken myself
By force, by sweet poison words
****** my life's marrow
Death comes to me
A friend,
That mortal sheet to lift
And I will emerge
Anew.
