Please, help me, Rainbow Friend,
The Shadow follows me again.
The Black Dahlia's personalities hide,
She's unlovable if she tries.
My darkness shines through,
I think about the moon.
.
The moon peers and heals my doubts,
My restlessness drowns.
Now, I am anew like the naked groves,
Peace fulfills my soul.
The ego breathes one's last
The Garden's flowers lag!
.
No disturbance will follow Daisy's newest mold,
The shadow's green gets muggy and molts.
I apologize and tell the dead flower, "You are free,"
The Banshee, Black Dahlia, and Borderline Seed can never leave.
Daisy lays and rests,
No hush will make her detest ---
She's nothing more than a blotch,
The villagers see her blackened spots!
I raise my consciousness, and cover Daisy with her leaves,
Off I flee!