The blossoms have opened
and we transpire,
parting the pedals

with thick fingers.
Rising like a swarm of
insects from the garden.

This is devastation in tune.
Thousands of bodies with
one universal heat beating

through the ribcage.
These thorns will carve our
eyes and these flowers will

enshroud our souls.
Fluttering wings were meant to fly,
whispering and conspiring of

mental worlds and infinite flights.
We part the water of distant seas.
We bleed together,

stirring red into vast blue skies.
A world of good intentions
poisoned by your hidden desires,

peeling back the layers of flesh
that used to have meaning to us all.
You closed your eyes

and kissed the flames,
floating into the sun with open arms.
We watched you burn with hands tied.

We salted the earth with our tears,
and bathed the world
with our bleeding hearts.

Sing your song for the last time.
This chorus comes to silent under the
weight that we've been left to bear.

The smell of smoke still rises
from your blackened wings.
Your broken body hits

the ground like and
angel repelled from heaven.
You crawl back to the flowers

from which you came,
sleeping beneath the ashes
of everything you created.