Lovey are flowers but not one is like you.
A beautiful flame, which burns down the meadow.
You are death, that which is ugly and true.
The poison in my veins, the pus that is yellow.
Slow and painful, a pain much worst than being shot.
You are corruption, that which twisted my heart
And left it to die and suffer as my mind begins to rot.
But that beauty within you is the only lovey part,
Beauty, hiding until someone comes to tame you.
Once you found what I lost, then truly my hope died.
And still within my mind or heart I still start to rue.
Dying as others before me once more i have cried.
Yes, a flame that I once was fed to had burned me.
As my ashes are taken my mind still won't be free
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