• A little flower on the window sill
    Buds closed tight as a clam
    Though she says “This Is who I am”
    Can’t you tell us?
    Don’t you want to cry?
    When you see them die?
    Although you were meant to kill…

    See the flower as she grows
    Her petals white as bliss
    Though she, Herself, doesn’t say this
    Won’t you tell us?
    You feel a tiny drip
    Fall down from your lip
    Although no one else knows…

    The flower’s come so far
    A substance much like blood
    Across her petals, see it flood
    Please, do tell us.
    You change your color from white like this
    To the color of a Blood Red Kiss
    Although you are behind the bar…

    The flower’s radiance Shines only Some
    She’s become this way
    And She’s sure there’s nothing to say
    Why not tell us?
    The brush slowly paints you Red
    Though that’s not what you Said
    Although it’s you who’s become…

    …

    I’ve become a flower with Dark Vanity
    My petals a midnight red shade
    The thought in my mind I Guess I forbade
    “You could have just Told us”
    Though my Blood Red Lips I draw a Dark breath
    And to my own feelings, “I put to… Death!”
    This time… It’s Me who’s gained Insanity