The Yellow tree suffers most of all
The brightness of its soul bites into you
Its pure blue cold heart tortures you
All at once its eyes go white
And scorched clouds intense
Drops of red pour
And bites into you like a knife into living flesh
Forgive me
The brightness of its soul bites into you
Its pure blue cold heart tortures you
All at once its eyes go white
And scorched clouds intense
Drops of red pour
And bites into you like a knife into living flesh
Forgive me
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The first line is quite intriguing because I don't know where you're going to go with it.
But I actually do really like it. Just some tweeking with the word choice. ^^