I am sin,
cloaked in mulberry twilight,
but you'll only
ever see the blue;
I am despair,
dressed in delicate dahlias,
waiting for the fall
to ensue;
I am a sad, simple lament,
a ballad of yesterday;
I am my hopes
for tomorrow,
that seem so far away;
I am a promise
set in stone,
yet wreathed in betrayal,
hurt and lies,
and flowers
that never bloomed—
a love destined
to always die.