"Come to my room," the sign beckoned me
But it was my room, not hers, how dare she!
Taunting me like this when above me was, I knew,
"X the flowers and you'll die too"
But I went anyway, playing her little game
The house helping me with her puzzles so lame
Couldn't she try any harder? Though soon would be something new:
"X the flowers and you'll die too"
Goodbye frog, hello cat—hey, stop messing around there!
You call yourself a demon, but I must say, if I dare,
Who'd pretend to be a statue if they had the slightest clue
Of
"X the flowers and you'll die too"
I'm here at last, the garden floor, admiring it with delight
Hello Mr. Tree, hello ladies, my, you're quite the sight!
What's that? Of course I'll do it! As I turn, I see in blue:
"X the flowers and you'll die too"
Of course, the warning is ignored, and I X them anyway
With a small pathetic shriek, the flowers quickly wither away
I have the petals, but as they glow, I see writ on the wall in goo—
"X the flowers and you'll die too"
I'm almost done, I have the bottle, just need to get out
I walk back in the garden and nearly let out a shout
It's red and dead! How could she?! Somehow I recall as I pass through:
"X the flowers and you'll die too"
I'm in my room, but she's here too, telling me to give it back
I run (she's fast!) and run, grabbing my knife from the old sack
As I pour the stuff on the roses, the words in my mind flew
"X the flowers and you'll die too"
I taunt her before stabbing, yet she's somehow clinging on
But her daddy finishes the job for me, she's finally gone
I turn away, but dread creeps up, the phrase beats a tattoo—!
"X the flowers and you'll die too"
I cannot stop the knife, it is guided by my own hand
My throat is slit, red blood pours out, I fall down and I land
As the world goes dark, I'm thinking that I should've listened to
"X the flowers and you'll die too"