Ushijima Wakatoshi - Nevermore
There is a garden outside.
There are no roses...
No daffodils...
No morning glories...
No daisies...
There is no beauty.
There are shrubs that grow wild,
and vines that resemble snakes.
There are barren patches of earth,
and trees that are bald,
the leaves that have fallen.
There is no life,
but the weeds that thrive.
Even the pests of a garden
have fled as well.
not a thing.
Not a soul.
Not a life.
But one little thing.
One little thing,
everyone,
did not notice.
This garden,
milady,
is barren and dead.
Please don't step there.
It's meant for the dead.
Shadows lovingly embrace this place,
even in the light of day.
Do not go there,
