Upon me, petals flee.

Carmine tint, of the petal's brink, come to my imagination, let me show you my creation. Let me caress your firmament, Let me have you as mine, to torment, and to line upon the others. As i walk,you must pursue, You're a petal, and i'm your clue. Unbecknowst to you,a story awaits. A fixation of messed events. A fragnance i'm only aware of, A value i'm only capable of, to own, to cherish.