She cries.

lost souls

She cries to me.

I am a dream to you.

Trapped and always waking.

A nightmare of light.

Always forsaking.

There is sadness in my heart.

Which decays my flesh.

In the petals of my hell.

Beauty taints all that I am.

There is no treasure in thy heart.

Though death slowly decaying lilies and fermenting lilacs.

Death is marrow to my bones.