Floroushing violets: you scratch their stalks,
Stop them from leaving the muddy grave in which you trample them down,
Maybe the nettles which stung your judgment
Also spiked the labyrinth where I lie.
"Do I ignore?" or "do I take heed?"*
My conscience brawls.
My eyes bleed from the bustle in my brain.
Hurts like no other.*
Legs awquard. Arms flail.
I can't get up.
Because you gave me the hope of
Never reaching ought.*
Finally, they found me, I was lost in my thoughts.*
What thoughts? I have none.
You swallowed them. Why can't you swallow your pride?
I should not spill blood over you.
Hope you like it!
Stop them from leaving the muddy grave in which you trample them down,
Maybe the nettles which stung your judgment
Also spiked the labyrinth where I lie.
"Do I ignore?" or "do I take heed?"*
My conscience brawls.
My eyes bleed from the bustle in my brain.
Hurts like no other.*
Legs awquard. Arms flail.
I can't get up.
Because you gave me the hope of
Never reaching ought.*
Finally, they found me, I was lost in my thoughts.*
What thoughts? I have none.
You swallowed them. Why can't you swallow your pride?
I should not spill blood over you.
Hope you like it!