I am like the winter to you, little flower.
I can only give you the chill and a feeling of complete isolation.
When the dark comming you still keep your eyes open, and can't fall asleep. Just then I will find you, cooing and gurgling.
The last thing you'll see is my smile deepin the dark. I will be your hangman, and claspe you. That flower, my flower, though your eyes looking at me are full with tear and terror, I still love you, little flower.