Ｂ.Ｅ.Ｔ
You see monsters everywhere.
Shackled by time,
and haunted by the specters of what was.
Left to rot and fall apart,
you are swept into the flow and consumed.
The conscious thread remains severed,
make a cross.
I will make the flowers you wished for bloom.
Before being torn from the stem and dying.
Eventually,
the bud will flower
and tell you about ambition.
Dream as many dreams as you can carry.
Let's journey into the lightless void.
When all around you is lost and changed,
embrace a flower and rest in peace.
Your outstretched hand is swatted away
and shatters into pieces.
The price of ephemerality
Squandering
Uncontrollable lust
To perceive the self through suffering.
Your mirrored self is pleading for the knowledge.
I will water the thirsty flower within you.
Granted eternal life,
would one choose to bloom,
or to wither?
It's a 50-50 bet.
I will make the flowers you wished for bloom.
Before being torn from the stem and dying.
Sometime,
the bud will flower
and shall whisper ambition to you.
Make your bet already.
Make your bet already.
Make your bet already.
