Neverbloom

A single tear from the elms of emptiness falls to stain

the cracked earth and the soil breathes one final,

desperate, breathe of life. Tiny budding flowers and

colours of joy and hope explode from the water-bead.

Undying, undimming, before shattering to dust. These

woods have no memory of the touch of sun, or the smell

of dew, and all I can hear through the deafening

silence are the moaning trees.

It was Morrow who cursed this place. Now, cheerless and

stagnant, it screams in the night so we hearken the

cries from the heart of the wood.

I linger on in doubt, darkness comes early down here.

Wishing upon ages, these flowers will someday bloom.

I'd wait here forever just to see these flowers bloom.

They never bloom.

You f**king betrayed us, in these woodlands we wove,

dreaming amidst the groves. Morrow, No one could stop

us. although, now the orchards no longer grow, So I'll

reclaim the throne of woe. I'm starting to count the

stars by myself, and this winter is eating away at my

soul.

I'll always remember the day I was stabbed in the back.

Stabbed in the back.

Just like teardrops, the limbs of the dying trees began

to fall, one by one.

Now let me sleep. Let me sleep, In this garden that

never blooms.

A single tear from the elms of emptiness falls to stain

the cracked earth and the soil breathes one final,

desperate, breathe of life. Tiny budding flowers and

colours of joy and hope explode from the water-bead.

Undying, undimming, before shattering to dust. These

woods have no memory of the touch of sun, or the smell

of dew, and all I can hear through the deafening

silence are the moaning trees.

So here I will wait for the spring, In the garden of

tears.

If you listen in the night, you hearken the cries from

the heart of the wood.

And so here I will wait, until my last dying days.

Wishing upon ages, these flowers will someday bloom.

I'd wait here forever just to see these flowers bloom.

They never bloom.