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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



Flowers of our flesh

So slow do they wilt

With overwhelming guilt

I lie in my own filth



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