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
