i will finally stop exisiting

when my cursed morality

finds solace in the goddess

of decaying flowers.

my heart will blossom into her embrace

as her lips glide across my soul strings

like poetry made of insanity

and music with colour that danced

across our irises

because i dont wanna die

i just wanna stop existing.

(but i might have to-

because the word death

tastes like roses)