Alone

It is when my fingertips kiss the bliss of my ideology.
The flower is now well nourished and ready to bloom.
Little did you know, the beautiful rose will die, soon.
A poison that devoured its root,
the end of our innocence.

It's meaning is disturbing, but please, understand it. Yes, it was made by me.
Think hard.

Think twice.

Don't walk to the same road I went.

With haven calling my name,
To bite the skin of the apple.
Hell shall unleash,
Ready to destroy my life.