flowers of our flesh -so slow do they wilt -with overwhelming guilt -I lie in my own filth -rip out my eyes -without a memory - of the nights you cried - all the nights you died for me - I heard you come - without a warning - of what was done - of what would follow me - I want you to burn - the way you burned me - I want you to crawl, through the flames of your deceit - you kissed me goodbye - for the very last time - as the twisted thorns of your heart fell away - unraveling