Drops of blood are falling down,
dripping think and slow as time,
putting on a deadly crown -
love worths no more than just a dime.
Here - in 6-feet grave
I lie in darkness all alone.
That's where I feel safe.
That's the place that I call home.
No one cares to know my name -
just a flower is what it used to be.
By your hand, whole to ashes aflamed...
Does anyone still remember me?
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