Through the Eden I stroll.
Through the flower field I run.
Feeling the warm breeze, flow by my skin.
Basking myself in the warmth of the sun.
Feeling alive.
Running, strolling, walking down the path.
Past all of the flowers.
Roses, lilies, tulips,
Hyacinth.
Feeling the petals, brushing against my skin.
Leaves rustles, as my hair gently flows.
Peacefully enjoying the silent.
Silently waiting for the next bloom.
From the light I was born.
To the dark I run.
From the innocence I once had,
Spiralling into eternal darkness.
From a pure soul to a shattered heart.
From an angel,
To a demon.
From honesty,
To lies.
From love,
To hatred.
From white, to black I fade.
Who was I?
What was my purpose?
Living because I simply exist?
What was I?
Where was I?
Dying because I simply lived?
From colours, to black and white.
From living, to death.
From smiling, to crying.
From bravery, to fear.
From sane, to insanity.
From innocent, to corrupted.
I was the first, to have fallen in love.
He will be the last, to have been broken apart.
I was the first, to have smiled.
He will be the last, to have cried.
I was the first, to have been honest.
He will be the last, to have told the truth.
I was the first, to have died.
He will be the last, to have killed.
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