Pick me apart like cotton,
***** my heart and wear it thin.
I blossom decayed and rotten,
In these fields of love that you have forgotten.
I grow out dry, and shriveled
My roots are veins that carry toxin.
Leaves are born curled and brittle,
Cleanse me with rain, so that I may soften.
Slowly pick me apart like cotton.
Pick me apart, slowly, like cotton.
Pick me slowly apart like cotton.
Running around; endless exhaustion.

My stem, bends, tired and weak
Pluck me up so that I may sleep.

-SLuR