hanahakis crimson garden

Inside me, a tempest rages - flowers bursting through cracked ribs, their thorns piercing deeper with every silent scream. I choke on words unsaid, swallowing the poison of quiet love, letting petals tear through my lungs until breath becomes a battleground. you are the sun i cant reach - bright and distant, while i bleed this garden of pain, thorns digging in like broken promises. each cough drags blood and heartbreak, a cruel harvest of longing and loss. and i am suffocating beneath the weight of flowers i can never give away. im drowning in this silent scream, a garden grown from sorrow, where hope withers, and love kills.