I walk in a calm field
The wind on my face
The rain falling from the heavens
With the bittersweet feeling of peace
I lean in closer towards the flowers
And smell their fragrances
The crimson rose with thorns
Has an odour, warm and loving
I try to pick the rose
But it wilts by my touch
And shrivels further by my breath
It looks sad
It is poisoned
It has decayed
Depraved by my touch
I look back
Everywhere
There's death
I leave a trail of death where I go
The rain hides my tears
While I try to touch more flowers
They all blight into the same sadness
That I feel
I try to pick the rose
But it wilts by my touch
And shrivels further by my breath
It looks sad
It is poisoned
It has decayed
Depraved by my touch
I lay my face
In the palm of my hand
The other hand
I place on my heart
I touch my heart
And it wilts by my touch
My body shrivels further by my breath
It looks sad
It is poisoned
It has decayed
Depraved by myself
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Depraved Lullabies
Poetrythe thing he'd die for he dies by These are the depraved lullabies from my dreams. - this poetry collection is featured on @StoriesUndiscovered! READ AT OWN RISK CONTAINS TRIGGER WARNING TOPICS
