Garden

Black empty eyes
Devoid of resoning
Emotion
And soul

Tear into my flesh
Lights fading
I am growing cold

The world we have once known
Exists no more

Our garden
Once beautiful and kept
Is now overgrown
Tangled
A dark mess

Everyday, new suffering
We see it, and passby
These band-aid solutions will no longer work
We are all going to
Die.