Majestic,how really it is..
like a withered flower disposable,so easily forgotten.
when it is no longer in position to please.

Well,what else could I expect?Fleshy flowers aren't we all?
Or are we dogs,licking so willingly the boots of our master?
Glad I'm back,nobody really noticed though,I'm just an insect on the wall or in the dumpster.

Months of sorrow and what I get?I bet you know the anwer.
I'm sorry for the poor and so mortal entrance
I'm sure you expected something more like Ligeia or Lady Usher.

Oh,pity...And I have prepared just the right words
but hard was to speak or write these bloody days.
They say a woman's virtue is defined by the tears she sheds

So now I'm a fucking saint.

And as in common lines spoken by creatures of the dark
men with missing limbs and girls in black...

It's so good to be back.