poetry, poetry;
my little fairy,
i cut open my wrist
and lovely daisies blossomed!
poetry, tiny pretty ghost,
is it a good sign?
would you heal me, please?
i feel their roots in my veins...
poetry, you silly phantom,
it isn't pleasant anymore!
they're ******* my blood,
there's vultures in my bloodflow.
poetry, silver fanged wraith,
your roots are in my bones,
it's a temple crushing down.
the past is hunting me down.
poetry, my little fairy.
i'm nothing more than dust.
i love you, but i fall apart.
you brought my old demons back.
poetry, my little fairy;
i cut my wrist open,
and lovely rotten daisies bloomed!
