I stare upon space,
Behold, what a sight to see,
A world before me,
Decay in a rabid pace.
What once was color,
Fades with bitter aplenty
Barren and empty,
The lands have lost their vigor
Hopeless, bleak, alive
Another day starts anew,
No relief in view,
Wishing that death would arrive
Throughout the air fills,
Acrid stench of flowers, dead,
Their eternal beds,
Never have the chance to heal.
A lone survivor,
Feeding, on they, they who fed,
Life amongst the dead,
Thus, restored again, color
