I'm flawed... I'm flawed and I know that I'll always be.... This misery... These Chilly feelings.. creeping low... this house of memories are still taunting me... Lushful Prison... What else could I do? a growing flower with no place to run... A Carnation... I chose one for you... Dead but still Golden for all that you've done for a better light/life... My own life... A life that still had a sunshine... place down the rose and rest in the grave.. rest knowing There'd always be a better name... it hurts... You're the butterfly and I'm not the parasite... but at night... Vultures fly... Past your blind eye