• Like a bleeding flower,
    thoughts soon devour
    words you think i hear
    paper cuts so simple
    pounds my pulsing temples
    fearing things not need to fear
    dont' scream or i will wilt
    at the weight of the guilt
    only time will soon enough be told
    the panic seeds so sprout
    seek for no way out
    my sun can only be so cold
    the stem of my ways
    thorned through the days
    drown in the ever lasting shower
    the petal of all i feel
    i realize its not real
    oh the tricks of the paper flower