Quiet and peaceful,
Yet, cold inside.
The Dandelion
Spreads its infection
When seeds are blown away
Quiet and peaceful,
Yet, cold inside.
The Dandelion
Spreads its infection
When seeds are blown away
(Inspired by a play through of “Until Dawn“)
Oh, death.
Sweet, sweet death.
Spare me this evening, I ask of you kindly.
For I am young, and have a full life ahead of me.
My hands are not wrinkled.
My face does not sag.
I would hate to sound prideful,
But I dont look like an old hag.
I have a new job,
Its going to so well.
I am thankful of my life,
If you can tell.
This is just one mistake,
it wont happen again.
I wont jump off this ledge,
So selfishly thinking, I pledge.
Please, don’t leave me
To feel this pain, and
Die alone.
The others were doing it,
I just wanted to do it, too.
I didn’t know they were merely pretending,
and didn’t explain how to
Fly without dying,
and soarĀ over this society.
So, please, hear my cries,
And spare me for another time.
For I am full of life,
And I still have much to chime.