our botanical gardens

Your are filled with love, live and security While I am filled with poison which slowly kills everything what gets close to me destroying your botanic garden cutting down every flower like a parasite I should keep the toxicant for myself Wilting the daisies in my own garden I am not watering them enough with love Not by myself and only a few people have a watering can They are starving for water Slowly drying out Until theya re dead And I know that you would only be one of the few persons who has a can But I don't know if I want you in my garden To stand on my ground If I want you to touch my plants Again I am not afraid that you tear them off More that I do I have a sharp knive in my backpocket With which I cut of my own ones