27 July 2012

The death of me is the death of you,

To kill me, to kill your innocence too,

But that has long since flown away,

Leaving a once divine heart to rot and decay,

But fear not now, for I am here,

I shall protect and watch over you my dear,

But if your knife should find my back,

Let all my aching limbs go slack,

Then from my grave I shall rise up,

And haunt you forever, my little buttercup.

TommyWalshMy Little Buttercup • Opuss № I