Beneath the arms of the melancholic scarecrow, <br />It stares at the indifferent trees, <br />Surrounded by the crows leaving behind nothing <br />But a trail of fire, <br />Washing away by the snowfall, <br />The earth buries the scarecrow in its sickening despondency. <br /> <br />Mental stability maintained through the alteration of the real world, <br />An endless stream of emptiness and despair, <br />Suicide in an internal prison, <br />Crawling into death as the candles burn away. <br /> <br />A world thriving on ignorance, <br />The corruption and lies pulsing through your veins, <br />Your blind ignorance, <br />Your evanescent wisdom, <br />Your artificial love, <br />No remorse for the destruction of the innocent. <br /> <br />The windows are cracking, <br />The light slowly gives away, <br />Dark room of incessant horror, <br />I am condemned forever, <br />Oblivious to the pain. <br /> <br />Howling of the ghosts in the rain, <br />When all faith is lost, <br />The corpses are falling, <br />Ringing of the final bell before it shatters. <br /> <br />Cold cemetery slumber, <br />The sixth flower is blooming, <br />Blooming in perpetual sorrow, <br />Breaking apart in lament, <br />Engraved scars, <br />As my final breath departs from my body, <br />The six flowers are dying and withering away, <br />Forever.<br /><br />Michael Robertson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/six-flowers/
