That thorn the flower held
Acted like a lethal heroin
It was supposed to get me killed
But I ended up living like my own heroin
My mind was once a safe haven
It was a flowery garden where the flowers got reaped
And the thorns got neglected
A gash I got by the thorns that day
Now my blood runs black
I started crying
And so,
The souls around me started soaring
I asked, “Why so scary?”
A soul replied “Never mind, I’m just your death fairy”
I slept that day thinking; why was she at the end of my room blinking?
I then realized that death is craving for me
And she’s the fairy bringing me to him
And here I am,
A soul that’s like a lost key
