I graze the top of a flower jealous of its simplicity
oh it never has to deal with pain
over and over I do this
I become consumed from the inside outiside by greed
oh will my human nature ever let me go
I sob as I take out my knife called regret
I plunge it deeply into my torso
oh but my pain is still
there laughing at me
I try to get up but I fall at the site of the flowers I have stained with blood
I faint into the grasp of strong arms
I look
at who has a hold of my weak body but I see only blood
.i awaken in a bed of flowers clean from my sin
I look
at who has a hold of my weak body but I see only blood
i try to force my eyes to open bit they
refuse
I cry from my dead eyes
again I feel those arms they calm me and hold me I feel no more pain
alas! what power is this
I
faint from it overwhelming me
will I ever find my savior who killed my pain
