Dying flower...

Don’t come any closer
you’ll smell my rotting flesh
i had a demon inside me
now a body full of worms and maggots
grab hold of what you can, I’m dying

find my heart in that wooden box
leave me to bleed out on this dying bed
of white-bloodied red roses and thorns
what happened to the sound?
everything is silent on this hill. Please
rewind that song and replant my soul
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