In my bed of flowers, the temptation to grow is apparent.

Being isolated is suffocating

Yet I can't get enough

I can't let myself go free

And The consequences are imaginable

The light emitting from the moon

Seems so reminiscent

Of the person I was before

And it's seems like that's the only place where I can truly see and feel

I felt helpless

Everything I've done led up to this moment

The view has cleared up since then

But how come I still can't see a way out?

I try to reach out for your hand

But it's too late to do so,

My end has begun,

disappearing is mandatory

And I can't do anything about it