Thorn-full flower bowed down on the ground, her rotten head kissing the nasty dirt with a soft thud, and tears fell out of her irises, together with the petals that made her undivided, but now it fell d o w n simultaneous with the rusty memories and part of her decayed host that were now ready to lie comfortably on her already made death bed.
What would you do now, y'all haughty bees? when you no longer wouldn't ferret out this plant that you've taken advantage of in years?
I couldn't help but scream in triumph as my whole being finally c r a s h e d, I'll leave you all behind without a single bid of goodbye, and just vanish into the thin air - like a bird not afraid to fly.
But don't you dare miss me, ...for I am not worth every of your shedding tears.