The musical journey into the world of “Where time flows downward…” : https://suno.com/playlist/4242fb7f-99f0-47f6-bab7-7f2f0d751734 ______________________________ An underworld where words are whips that sting, A slow descent where blame is everything. A thousand cuts, the inferno’s cold decree: The searing truth that I am naught to thee. To be erased, a silent, blade-like fate, His kindness was a cage, a trap, a weight. I felt the needle deep within the core, And found the void where voices speak no more. Void... void... the silence grows...grows...GROWS Where nothing stays nothing stays and nothing flows....nothing flows... nothing flows...nothing flows... Selenicereus Spike, draped in cruelty’s gown, Within his shadow, I was held and bound. To burn with no fire, to drown on dry land, Prickly Garden, only remembered how to hurt. A micro punishment, but frequent wounds. frequent wounds....frequent wounds.... He wasn’t a garden - treacherous weed. You reach out for warmth, but get nothing but anguish Prickly Garden Prickly HEART Prickly Garden Prickly heart I mastered dancing....dancing in this terrifying garden. I learned to love the desert. Any garden would die near him. I draw the line before you hurt me. No more poison in my air. Your poison leaves me cold. Your poison can’t touch me! Me! Me! Me! Me! ME.
