Corpse in the garden.

 
Silent death or explosive rebirth?

Something foul in my garden of origami Rose's.

You,yes you, cutie with magot infested sockets,put on your gas mask and lie to me again.

Pick up your camera and take photos of that Which you can never be.

I fell for those eyes and everything broke the moment I hit the bottom.

I can't live.

I can't die.

I'm trapped in this empty space with only your memory here to cut me again and again.