There once was a flower
so wild and rare...
We eat pumpkin pie for breakfast,
whipped cream in spoonfuls...
When you learn the truth
you would wonder why you did...
What difference does it make
whether everything is happening in this corner, or...
You must want something
really hard to become...
Victims of bygones,
the tyrants of tomorrows...
I am broken
I know this fact quite well...
Am I the only one who sees the
psychology of this situation...
Life is a disease
that we must recover from...
A river of tears is a river run dry
for we were told not to cry...
Look at me now
I decayed long ago...
With the waning light of the moon
stripping flesh from my bones...