Ashes, Ashes

Ring around the rosie,
pockets full of posies,
ashes, ashes, we all fall down...

Spinning in the dark.

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down...

Around and around. Not seeing where we're going, just spinning. Nothing else. Just spin.

Pockets full of posies...

Fall down, onto soft grass. Still dark, the fireflies light up the night. Flashing on and off. Everywhere, anywhere. Surrounding us, the two of us.

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down...

Then the grass isn't so soft anymore, now it's slick with a sickening scent. Coppery. Dusky. The scent of blood.

Ring around the rosie...

You cry out; the fireflies are knives, razors, cutting and slicing, stained with our blood. We clutch each other; this won't be the end. We promised we'd die together, but... not like this...

You pass out in my arms, bleeding from a million cuts. The razor fireflies come after me now, they want me to go down with you. The pain is overwhelming, and I fight. It's no use; they're everywhere, anywhere, and I'm spinning, just like we used to do...

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.