Through the forest I wander.
Through the rivers I splash.
Feeling the cold breeze, freezing my breath.
Basking myself in the coldness of the night.
Feeling lifeless.
Walking, strolling, running down the path.
Past all of the twisted trees and regretful flowers.
Aconite, cyclamens, orange lilies,
Cypress.
Feeling the thorns, scratching against my skin.
Voices laughs, as my breathing gets shallower and shallower.
Torturing myself sadistically.
Eagerly waiting for the next bloom.
From the darkness I was born.
To the light I run.
From the hatred I once had,
Spiralling into the eternal starry night.
From a shattered heart to a pure soul.
From a monster,
To a holy creature.
From lies,
To honesty.
From hostility,
To fondness.
From black, to white I fall.
I know who I am.
But what is my purpose?
Dying because she wants to live?
I know what I am.
But where am I?
Living because she wants to die?
From black and white, to endless colours.
From death, to living.
From crying, to smiling.
From fear, to bravery.
From insanity, to sane.
From corruption, to innocence.
She was the first, to have fallen in love.
I will be the last, to have been broken apart.
She was the first, to have smiled.
I will be the last, to have cried.
She was the first, to have been lied.
I will be the last, to have told the truth.
She was the first, to have died.
I will be the last, to have killed.
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