These surroundings were so mellow that my feet grew into the ground,
The soil flooded my veins as my heart found a new sound,
Instead of beating every second, it played a story in reverse,
Starting with an old woman's death, it showed me photos of her hearse,
I was told about the day when her memory started to go,
I was told about the first day she dipped her fingers into snow,
I was told about the day when she was born to a careless mother,
A woman who didn't want her, who put her in the care of her brother,
I was told about the man who believed she was the most precious gift of all,
A young girl to call his own, whose hands were so delicate and small,
I was told about the man's life before she was conceived, and before she became an unexpected gift that he received,
His bitterness had led him to blind his mother's eyes,
Using his prized switchblade, he donned an intricate coat,
Silencing his mother's screams through holding his weapon at her throat,
Unable to see the world, his mother created her very own,
A palace made of crystal that had overgrown,
The mother stood so silently looking over the kingdom that day,
Watching her son from afar, but replacing his screams with what she'd want him to say,
"Oh my dear mother, I love you always, I am sorry for slicing your eyes, I just wanted you to see how much beauty you could find in lies."
The mother stood solemnly and thought awhile before replying,
"My dear son, I love this fantasy because I can never hear you crying."
His death was so silent because there was no one there to see,
His baby daughter had strangled him accidentally, but without any motives, the authorities declared it a mystery,
Now that I am one with the grass, my soul is finally free,
I finally knew the story; the baby girl was me.
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