I Bathe in Sun
I bathe in sun and red hot blood,
Eyes swimming in tears made of mud.
Oh, how the sun burns upon my
Skin, like the barbs of ice I cry.
So, so many tears like a flood.
I fell to the ground with a thud
As the flowers started to bud.
Flowers that lie, then cry, then die.
I bathe in sun and red.
I'm again drowning in the mud,
The way any lying girl would.
The oak tree crumbles with its lies,
The lake poisoned before it dries.
Now fill the lake with drops of blood,
I bathe in sun and red.
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