and i could live
and breathe in a new life
but the bonds that are made of sweet roses
keep me happily grounded in a miserable existence
how much longer can i stay in this nest made of thorns?
how much longer can i be distracted by the few fruits of the tree?
the fruits keep me from creating thorns from myself!
the sweet bonds need to be broken,dont they?
ah,but the bonds that bring forth happiness must be broken by new happiness.
or,maybe just relief?
so what will it be,O Flower of Trash?
will you let the thorns of ‘Giver’ dig into your flesh?
Or will you take such a ridiculous,depression chance,and fly into nothing?
”The Sweet Fruit Keeps Us at bay”