Dead leaves surround me,
Their whines driving me to madness.
Grass poking through the cracks of the ground,
This world, amass.
Fir trees stand tall in the distance,
Blocking the sun.
Yellow and purple Hyacinths scatter about the gravestones,
Secrets have come undone.
Orange Lilies lay a clear path before me,
Yet I turn away.
I walk a path littered with pine needles in its stead,
The pain brings forth tears, still I do not stray.
For white Carnations lie ahead,
Shining for the moon.
And I refuse to take part in the evil,
To which the rest of society has hewn.