The flowers turned to gray By Me Wilting so delicately Sang, “I can remember when they found me.” A cringe in the feeling Of those words That brought the death to me They were supplied by you…. A mute, dead morning, Flew by… Alone as it found me… Said, “I couldn’t miss it…for you…dear…” A flower of crushing Of those souls That came to life in me They were destroyed by you… As I tried to find The darkness in the gray I left before When I looked inside To find The darkness in your eyes I felt the cold But you said, “One last time…” A chilling cold mourning By you Dead as the eternal sleep Sang, “I can remember when they found me…” A flower of haunting Of those ghosts Of avid mystery It was hidden by you... Hidden by you...