Ambivalent Garden

Just bleeding like a dripping fall…
From a flower of unforgiveness…
Thorns colliding with the clothes of blue silk
That once covered and sheltered your back.
See the silver whispers flow from your eyes
In tears unheard when they fall
A crimson moon to light your way
How could it ever have come to this…
This perfect world in which everyone lives
Is only a blink of life…
When everyone else just looks away
And pretends you don’t exist.
They just bump into you
Not caring if you are crushed beneath their weight…
Love is only a fragile dream…
It breaks whenever you are bent and broken off.
Reality hurts to where we kill ourselves…
Because we’ve woken from our dreams…
So now we’re all bleeding and rotting corpses
That drift away in the sun and moon’s rays.
Overlaying the shadowy hills
Lies a spacious yet cramped reason to live…
A destiny that is different for all
Thrives within this garden…
Half of it lies in darkest evil…
It beats within your grave…
The other half lives in a singing light
But not everyone can stay alive here…

So where is the integrity of it?
Where can someone born to darkness reside,
Other than the dark half of this garden?
Who made it this way, anyways?
Who can save us, if not ourselves,
From this thing we venture to call an existence?
When will we truly begin to breathe?

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