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Sorrows Seeping In winter, but still white roses start blooming, crystals of ice melts into the smell of rotten fruit overridden by your scent. Despite pleas, droplets continue to fall. Dripping down frozen blood, the petals soak the pain up. I’m sorry, I'm sorry, for staining these white flowers. Dripping on frozen tears, roses grow into deep crimson cries. Forgive me, for hurting you with my lies. Sorrows seeping, they're seeping into the flower petals veins. Steeped with a clinging stain, a sea of guilt eating away my mind. Thorns dig into the crevice of my skin. Trickles of blood seeping back within you. So as to never lose your comforting scent, I'll even cut into the vines that cling to me. Killing these butterflies eating this poison oozing out from beneath me. Frozen pools of my blood seeps into the rooting veins. I’m sorry, I'm sorry for staining you with more pain. Budding flowers bloom and look into the shattered rain - a mirror of our reflection. Petals weeping, they’re weeping in the cradle of my arms. Holding your fallen petals tenderly in my palms, fruitless sorrows mourn in the glowing streaks of moonlight. I’ll hold you closer until your thorns pierce me. Autumn leaves fall into our cesspit of decay, a ring of roses formed into a plague of despair. How pitiful, oh how the dove has fallen from grace. Its sorrows seeping into black. Sorrows seeping, they’re seeping. The reaper sings my sorrows. Into a silent lullaby, my love seeping back into death of Spring. Ah, how the grief and guilt devours like locusts of famine, the plague consumes me. Sorrows seeping into petals of rose. inst https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1yPGyBTRCSDBj3FSfEld58_1wtWw_RV8R