Millicent

But this is where things end I took out the needle myself Tell whoever put you up to this That if I am to flower into something other than myself I would rather rot into nothingness as I am Fade with me away Into skies of red and gray My eyes meet your face And I cherish your cold embrace The blight within me writhes now, worse than ever Soon, I'll be nothing more than a mound of flesh Curse-laden, untouchable I wouldn't want such a thing to bring you harm Yet I still wish to pass in your embrace Fade with me away Into skies of red and grey My eyes meet your face And I cherish your cold embrace