An aching at the back of my throat,
a stinging inside my head.
Aching at the back of the throat,
stinging in the head.
Ache, sting, pain.
Mistakes that swirl like murky water and building storms in front of me.
A field of knives.
Step carefully.
Will you cry for me when I die?
Will you weep?
Will you forget me?
I'm not worth your time.
Sayonara, pretty girl.
Field of knives and a lot of skin to cut.
Say goodbye, pretty girl.
Smile
for the camera.
Field of knives.
Step carefully.
No more tulips to tiptoe through.
Step carefully and
forget me.
OOO
A/N: Hm...I think it's a poem. About what? Don't look at me.