Let the deathly flower press to your lips,
******* sweet, poisonous nectar from forbidden dreams
Your withering bones, so frail
So full of decay
Your mind has shattered…
A fragment of what once was shimmering in the distance…
And you are afraid to grasp onto the hope that never was
The pungent aroma of the rotting existence wafting through resonance
Like a ripple in a pond, you seek difference in a world of comparison
Comparison that gives you no meaning
Comparison that makes you fragile and withered
Withering into a nothingness that has no light
Light cannot exist without darkness
But you, my dear love,
Are shrouded in only darkness.
With no hope of light…
No hope.
Helpless.