Beautiful red fading to brown
as the larcenists collect life
All i want is water and soil
surely not obese machines
One by one I watch blue turn to grey
slowly wilting and drying
brightness fades away
Weeding out the thorns
Darkness thickens constantly
as the thorns are plucked
salvation of starvations
up to the tip of the stem
Walls of the heart collapse
all is laid to rest
thoughts passing rapidly
life just a memory.