Maroon Flowers (Punishment)

When nothing falls in favor of anything.
Maroon blades, slashing through the memories.
Just thoughts can be violent, a whole new abuse.
It just all fell down on me again...

I have some flaws and misconceptions,
but I can't take this "punishment".
When friends become my eradicators,
and my passion is just another fallen leaf.

Crushed and dominated, feeding is a competition.
Come on and try to take my life.
My eyes are now a stained glass window,
Even the lilacs are crimson now...

Is sorrow just another morbid illusion..?
Found in the petals of my rose of grief.
Blood petals, a razor stem. Nothing is as beautiful as death.
Just pluck another petal, another scar will be unfolded.

Blissful pangs, running through the leaves.
Thorns of caution, of uncertainty, hiss somberly.
The nocturne of my night, when did they become so violent?
The flowers of maroon are even sprouting on you...