Nails in my cofin
Rusted from within
A bearing hatred
Dissolved with my sin
You planted flowers
On my isolated silent grave
Then sat for hours
Telling me to be brave
The flowers dripped ink
Which you poured from above
The ink sipped to sink
Into my skin, to paint your love
In my veins, a new blood
A new me, began to merge
My body swaying in ink flood
O' master, I am ready to serve!


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