Withering hopes, collapsing with ease,

The scent that they carry - it smells of disease,

Around a long cycle, the prosper emaciates,

And each time it goes, oh how it fascinates!

From one dying petal, to the whole dying rose,

Everyone watches as life comes and it goes,

Once it's been here, you've got to wait til it returns,

Though it happens repeatedly - nobody learns.

A red stiffened leaf falls to the cold ground,

Another one falls, but there's no one around,

The air - it has a chill that nothing can warm,

Like the chill of your voice that makes the fear form.

My hope, it's been shattered, broken to pieces,

I would repair it, but there's so many creases,

If I don't listen, will there only be silence?

Something so dead can never stop violence.