"Thrall III"

I am your lovely death
I am your pretty pain
I am girl in the darkness
hideing from the rain
do you feel my breath?
do you see my eyes?
if I where to scream outloud
would you hear my cries?
I am the flower keeper
I am the widowed weeper
I am fighting for my sanity
but I always sink down deeper
am I drowning in your eyes?
am I drowning in the sea?
I cannot tell the difference
pain is pain to me
I hold my black flower
I hold it's tiny thorns
I give this flower my light and love
from me it is reborn
do you feel misanthropy?
do you hate my life?
if you were to kill me flower
would it end your strife?
for you my tiny flower
for you my only love
for you I bring the water
that pours down from above
I am your angel's gift
I am your painful thrall
your vines wrap around me
if you jump I will fall
I hate your clear water
I hate my red life
I hate the way they mix together
dancing with a knife
we need eachother to live
we need eachother to breath
we hold the knives at eachother's throats
have we both been decieved?
for you I will live
for you I will pray
as we wait together
for our final days
always wanting more
always wanting trust
a tear rolls down my face
as we turn to stone then dust