Sakura lines my feet
The stairs to hell never looked more charismatic
Sweet blood drips onto sacred life
Blossomed to accept my last breath
The skies dread to weep
Soil breathes in my absence
What comes from death is more beautiful than any sculptor could create with hands bare as the mind occupied
Crafted by the hands of gods but left hollow like dolls on stone shelves
Cherry picked favourites like prized possessions
Do not fear
I will leave the way I arrived
Without heart, thought or mind
Sakura for my casket
Leave the rest to burn