Morbid flower pedals and a clear blue sky


Spreading roots and lies
And dimming the sunlight from the skies
An ancient curse from long ago
Has chosen the present time to show
Morbid flower pedals against a sky of blue
Black leaves dripping with a red hue
Soaking life from the ground below
And selfishly using it to grow
But the sky remains bright and clear
Free of torment, hate, or fear
The flowers then tried to fly
And the sky lifted them and left them to die
And morbid flower pedals drifted slowly to the ground
And there was not an inch of earth where one could not be found
Yet they began to turn gray
And we all looked away
For that which had grown out of hate
Now saw it's mistake too late
And could nothing but suffocate
And rot into a non-existent state