Ever so carelessly, you ignore my entire being and destroy thoughtless opinions of me. Even so, I continue to pest and cause thunder to boom inside of your head.
Those wilted flowers will caress your legs and with one uneasy smile I admire you. Those thorns wither and twist around your arms, I will not scold, I behold your truth.
And when it's over I'll give you a cold hug. For I am the lurking shadow, I am the unheard foot steps, and the candles that flicker as you rest.
My crown will not falter,
For I am death.