crysanthemum.

I still feel guilty about being suicidal.

Deadline. Deadline. Deadline.

When you've tried to pre-ordain your own demise

Multiple times

You don't prepare yourself for the results

Of when your expiration date doesn't come to pass.

Deadline. Deadline.

 Grass don't wave the same in the wind.

Seems that vibrant green shade you were used to

Pales nowadays.

Looking at yourself in the mirror

Makes you wanna break it

Just to sweep up the debris afterward.

Deadline.

Time was never a concept but the ticks in your head

Get louder every day

As a reminder to you and your own subconscious

That the hands on your clock

Don't control the hands of time

Dead.

- TG3