Bottle up on me
So my heart fire holed up
Bottle up on me
So the flames never lit
You've always known
My flame is distinct
It burns relentlessly
It shall make you pained
So, bottle up on me
I shall burn for the bushel

Seal up on me
That my words be no dismay
Seal up on me
So the lips made no offense
This drop shall ripple
Should men and ghost unearth
Both shall hold naught up
But an afflict you wish gone
So, seal up on me
I shall hold my peace

Keep me away from here
So a thorn you have none
Keep me away from here
So your shadow never be lit
My heart fire is eternal
So is the lips ceaseless
I sting fiery relentlessly
Iring distress untold
So, keep me away from here
Even gone, my works reign.

Why?
Sitting by my desk, I asked.
Intoxicated by unwillingness,
there was bitter down my cold body.
On the desk, there was a petal,
there was no telling where it came from.

My silence is also my grief,
Forgive me my discretion.

It fails me to talk with you,
To mention your transgression.

It fails me to restore you
To where I once adored you.

It deems me guilty,
guilty,
without a choice,
without a voice.