I'm flawed, I'm flawed, and I know, that I'll always be. this M I S E R Y. this chilly feelings creeping low. this house of memories are still taunting ME, lushful prison what else. could I do? a growing flower with no p l a c e to RUN. a carnation I chose, over you. dead but still gold and for all that you've done for a better life you took my own life a life that still had a sunshine place down the rose and rest in the GRAVE rest knowing there will always be a better name it hurts.. your the butterfly and I'm the parasite BUT AT NIGHT VULTURES FLY PAST YOUR BLIND EYE..
the flower in his eye is toises favorite flower tho its poisonous so a demon would have to unpoison if a human wanted to hold it and since old toise wasn't a demon he's a bit poisoned
