All the withered petals

Curling upon themselves

Dying away.

Dampened by blood from a bleeding heart

Breaking along once repaired seams

Stitches break and fray.

Roses meant to be for love

Turn black from hatred and greed

Who will weep and pray?

All flowers picked never last

Dry and drooping in sorrow

Beneath it leaves do lay.

Broken, shattered, bleeding souls

Mere wisps of silver within

Enduring what come, what may.

Who ever wanted any of this?

Broken mirrors and shadowed smiles

Nothing of comfort can you say.

Let invisible tears fall

Dark comfort for pain unseen

within the heart, you stay.