petals in my hand-
they came from my throat
I\'m coughing up flowers,
this i can\'t sugarcoat
pink roses painted red
from a blood that will stain
a deadly disease-
which stemmed from my brain
thorns in my lungs
choking me out
I\'d rather die than confess-
I\'ll say that without doubt.
seeds of love were strewn deep
but left there to wither
honestly, fuck cupid
with that dumb bow and quiver.