DARK FLOWERS

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In my lover’s garden bathed in darkness and pain;
where dark flowers grow;
souls and spirits of the broken hearted keep vigil;
toil and chained.

Rain is crimson water;
falling from the red skies.
Tears flowing endlessly to secure the flower’s longevity;
from morning, noon and night

Before picking dark flowers;
you must pray for the lost souls and have thick skin or hand gloves.
For they spread dark thoughts;
words filled with pain and regret;
which can drain your heart of love.

Lovely to behold with colors that can capture a prey;
flowers filled with toxic fragrance;
pollute one’s mind with gossip and curiosity making one paranoid.