Flowers of our flesh
So slow do they wilt
With overwhelming guilt
I lie in my own filth
Rip out my eyes
Without a memory
Of the nights you cried
All the nights you died for me
I heard you come
Without a warning
Of what was done
Of what would follow me
I want you to burn
The way you burned me
I want you to crawl
through the flames of your deceit
You kissed me goodbye
For the very last time
As the twisted thorns of your heart fell away
Unraveling