How Does Your Garden Grow?

Say goodbye to all you knew

Your starlit garden veiled in dew

Withering roses drinking rain

Hungrily into its shriveling veins

Lilies charred by unclean thoughts

Daisies scarred by daggers brought

Actions screaming louder than words

A mother's desperate wrath incurred

Your rose has pricked her daughters thumb

And caused a wicked sleep to come

The sirens blared, the ropes were tied

Sealing your lips and closing your eyes

No one left to tend to your flowers

Refuse to submit to righteous power

Locked in their steel cage you wait

For angels to weep and demons to take

Your lilies slowly wilt and die

Your garden gone as time goes by

But the devil thorn in that mother's side

Will never let the pain subside

They think they've contained you, but they'll never know

How does your wicked garden grow?