Flowers, Flowers
In lieu of you
Rotting, rotting
Just the same
Where does the Peony go
When no one remembers
its name?

Blood, Blood
In me, not you
Rotting, rotting
Just the same
Watching the pulse
with lifeless eyes,
caressing the fragile veins

Pray, pray
For me, for you
Rotting, rotting
All the same
No sunshine, no hope
No love, no one
But peonies, and petals,
and pain

© Milan Lopes