Flowers growing in graves, watered by blood and desire, entangled like vines to hell...
When my dagger pierced his heart, his smile was like a bloodthirsty flower sprouting from the bones in the middle of the night, sad and charming.
I forgot my original mission and who I was. I only had the ghostly figure in the dark night, the smell of apples on my body, and those red eyes...
Sink, sink to death...