Sweet Taste Of Poison

It is still raining now these lovely drops are rivers on my face Do I dare to look up to see these rivers now are turning red With every flower that I smell I am reminded of the thorns around them How I hold on tightly until I bleed There was one glass flower Oh how I could not touch her Without wounding myself My sweet poison Through this rain painted by lightning I stand tall right in the open Let my river flow into a torrent No longer do I care Even if the river is to consume me I will stand there without flinching To protect the flower But I an illusion to her There are so many to try and catch her And I caught only reflections Yet beside me, a blooming flower is cutting into my hand Enticing with venom Burning within me Glass flower's venom I look forward to that blossom To taste once more my sweet poison