You are my love
I'm imprisoned, you're my warden
My secret garden
The greenhouse, my graveyard
You are my box,
My sun and stars
I enjoy a good killing
Just like any other
Who's to blame here?
The mother and father?
Anyone at all?
Do you blame me for life?
I have always been small
In a world too bright
I just put them where they belong
From what they came, a worm
To be devoured in a song
A worm for a worm, a world for a world
In my secret garden
My greenhouse
My graveyard
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