May I live and rot
learn to grin like a goblin
Foul and hostile
With a touch like Ice
may I escape the memory of me
That hounds and haunts me
before these childish fangirl perceptions
That they say I should be proud of
sycophants make me sick
I am not a memory
I am here stood before you
I am not a memory
I am stood here before you
Meek and nervous
I have seen you
Repetitive false existence
Nothing fazes me anymore
How calm thunderous clouds appear
Nature throwing tantrums
Children shout for the same reason
To be awake and live
The internal flower grows thorns upon thorns
Sacrificing innocence to weather the storm
The cold harsh wind
I am become
Yes I was here
Kneeling before you
