A flower fed on poison blooms with sweet nectar to suck on,
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it's extraordinary color induces vertigo.
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Day and night inverse at the sweet scent it releases
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as it's exquisite body leads me astray.
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Black darkness strikes and I can't find my way out.
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Following the path from my memories, I search for that flower.
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A deep darkness falls and the light flees.
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Opening the windows, is what I see an illusion? Am I in a dream?
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I don't know anymore. Ah...
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A flower drunk on poison grows and with it's pollen of revival,
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any who lay eyes on it becomes it's puppet, having their strings pulled.
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Within a black darkness I continue to wander,
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stretching out my hand, I try to get ahold of my senses.
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Inside this warped world all i see is smoke.
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When will I be able to break out? Even the pain of reality
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I don't know it anymore. Ah...
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That poison-colored flower...
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a flower without a name
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Defends itself by using illusions...
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Black darkness strikes and I can't find my way out.
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Following the path from my memories, I search for that flower.
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A deep darkness falls and the light flees.
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Opening the windows, is what I see an illusion? Am I in a dream?
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I don't know anymore. Ah...
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That poison-colored flower...
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a flower without a name
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