Roses are red,
Violets are blue
You say you want to rest
Please fight cause we need you!
The night had fallen. I had let my tools drop from my hands of what moment was my hammer, my bolt, or thirst or death?
My emotions are swirling in a murky tornado. The flower that we love the most is now in danger.
It is such a mysterious place. The land of tears. The land of agony, aground; to aggrandize the pain.
Death, be not proud
For you had taken my sister
For you had smashed her in your black fingertips,
For you had stripped her into bits.