Its almost my shipping day...

But yours is nowhere near,

The day has finally come that i shouldn't fear.

I follow my mother to the gate,

And the demons wait.

They pierce my heart with a flower,

and then they use me as their power.

I become their lunch,

for them to munch.

But you woudn't undertsnad,

the fear that lies within us.

Now hold my hand tight,

so we can escape into the night