Death Of The MoonflowerLike the moonflowers, dance beneath the moon.
Just like a hundred of fireflies that will ignite soon
He is just like a pretty town but secluded.
His eyes that screams loneliness and appear being isolated.How I love how cold his body is.
How I love that scars leave a beautiful trace.
And his skull that is sprouting thick, dark threads.
Yet whenever I get close, everything vanishes.But I know for sure he would live forever in my heart.
Then he would appear like a calm like a starry night.
He would also begin to mend from his scars.
And he would never cry anymore beyond the freckled stars