What I thought was a dream.
Revealed itself,
To be more than a nightmare.

Trusted it lied.
Proposing flowers,
More thieves than budding.

I grabbed it.
Even knowing I would bleed,
Underestimating the damage.

Willingly playing the fool,
I blinded myself
Now...

What could be left?
Only someone I don't recognize,
At least not anymore.