Flower surrounded by lava,
All I see of late,
Passing through my eyes,
That gate,
...
Falling,
Spinning, swirling, out of control,
My life is falling down an endless hole,
Brief glances of a field of red,
...
I hear the rain fall,
Pitter patter, on the wall,
As I await the call,
From the pitter patter,
...
Flower
Flower surrounded by lava,
All I see of late,
Passing through my eyes,
That gate,
Allowing only memories by,
And I ask myself why?
Why don’t these memories die?
Why do these feelings cry,
Out to myself in the dark,
Making crude gestures, devil’s mark,
And yet all I see of late,
Is that flower,
Surrounded by hate.