Fantasy

I picked a few flowers,
From the garden of death,
Waited for a couple of hours,
For her last dying breath.

They told me these flowers could work,
To save her from the reaper scythe,
Running away from the Devil's berserk,
Trust me, this is not a myth.

I carried her across the guilt river,
With her dying breath she tried to whisper,
Leave me here,run with all the treasure,
Leave me here, I'm just a poisonous kisser.

I hugged her tight, as I kissed a lips,
These lips aren't poisonous, you are my pearl and rubbies,
Let's die together here, let this river show us,
Let us and our love dies, in the sea of lust.

-abuyeeee