for you let the dogs end it
before i had to die a martyr;
you let me die as a carcass, and that is all i deserved.
wipe your tears, and when the dogs have abandoned my skeleton,
reach out your hands!
the dancing petals will scurry to you,
desperate for the sunlight only you can so freely give.
nurture them!
bring them what i could not,
and collect as many as you feel you can hold.
before you leave what is left of me
(to rot)
paint a smile on my face in blood—
for i know there will be plenty of it—
and pray that i have happy dreams for once,
and that you can walk away with nothing more
than the dead flowers
i once loved.
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