Your lips like roses
Your touch like thorns
These roses bleed itchy poison
Scratching life away
Scratching Life away/Come with us they say
Abandon them
The voices laughing through the trees/at me
Are you ready now?
Marble is so cold
Your dying heart
Are these the silent tears I scream?
In the garden of angels
Flower petals whisper
Succulent scents of you
Just close my eyes for a minute
As I drift away
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