Withered daisies, float

over hills like lost

souls with no graves

to return to.

Petals clinging on to

everything in sight

in search of lost

hope and faith.

Trust melts on to your

eyelids as your

senses betray you at

the very sight of her.

Love exists inside of

you but what good

are seeds without

water to nurture them?

At the very feel of

a single drop you grow

begging for more,

craving for more.

Your leaves wrap

around your lungs

and petals grow

inside your wretched heart.

Purifying your stained soul

scratching at the filth

and you choke on your

own destruction.

And the memories flake off

of your fingertips

the more you write

to forget.

Flashbacks pour from your

veins tainting all

that is around you

scarlet red.

Your mind wanders a

lonely place and you

lose yourself in the

dark corners of your soul.

Your soul attracts

all kinds of pests

looking for a light

to cling onto in the dark.

And I hope you

find your heaven while

losing yourself in your

own hell.

For the exit from hell

is the entrance to heaven

and they lie within each other

somewhere in the depths of forgiveness.