Millicent

But this is where things end

I took out the needle myself

Tell whoever put you up to this

That if I am to flower into something other than myself

I would rather rot into nothingness as I am

Fade with me away

Into skies of red and gray

My eyes meet your face

And I cherish your cold embrace

The blight within me writhes now, worse than ever

Soon, I'll be nothing more than a mound of flesh

Curse-laden, untouchable

I wouldn't want such a thing to bring you harm

Yet I still wish to pass in your embrace

Fade with me away

Into skies of red and grey

My eyes meet your face

And I cherish your cold embrace