Flowers still flourish
In this garden of tears.
No way to stop the
Pain from flowing now.
And it's our fault,
You know,
For letting those
Beautiful flowers
Suffer,
Wilt,
Die.
STAI LEGGENDO
c a p t i v e
PoesiaDon't forget to switch off the lights, I prefer the darkness to that false illumination. Here I can lay, Here I can cry, and here is the place where - each night - I can die.
Flower Gardens
Flowers still flourish
In this garden of tears.
No way to stop the
Pain from flowing now.
And it's our fault,
You know,
For letting those
Beautiful flowers
Suffer,
Wilt,
Die.