Flower, flower, pretty flower,
bright with glow that ceases never,
whiter than a dove’s soft feather,
precious as a pirate’s treasure.
Beauty of a star afar,
didn’t guide me, only marred.
If only I knew the lie
that was covered deep inside.
Lily of the valley low,
valley where the rivers flow,
poison flowing through your veins,
waiting as my cold heart wanes;
hidden in your berries red,
with which you always had me fed,
now I’m too far gone to mend,
sinking where the oceans end.
1d ago
Jun 5, 2026 at 9:24 AM UTC
Flower, flower, pretty flower,
bright with glow that ceases never,
whiter than a dove’s soft feather,
precious as a pirate’s treasure.
Beauty of a star afar,
didn’t guide me, only marred.
If only I knew the lie
that was covered deep inside.
Lily of the valley low,
valley where the rivers flow,
poison flowing through your veins,
waiting as my cold heart wanes;
hidden in your berries red,
with which you always had me fed,
now I’m too far gone to mend,
sinking where the oceans end.
(Poison Flower)