Lotus

Within a silent lake aside
You are wet lotus in my mind
Silent wind takes me away
We are the flowers of decay
And all these years that have passed by
And you’ll be wilted in my eye
And if these seconds have passed by
I will be wilted in your eye
Silhouettes of faces roam to leave this world
Grant me absolution, I’m afraid it hurts
Like fragile colours in your eyes, touched by floating light to see
Violence and misery, silent war and little lies…
We paint our icon on a wall
To taste the sins for what we’ll fall
Life and death are not the same
We are the flowers that remain
My heart is frozen in white skies
Waiting for the day we’ll rise
By burning roses I have sent
We are the flowers of the end…