Flower of Death

We lay our hands upon creation To grasp, the essence, of heaven Will reanimate our spirit, awaken Clutch the sensation of our being As we give ourselves away We crave to recreate life Only, to forget how to live So easily to be taken away Crafted, notion, of give and take! Nature's portrayal The circle of life As the stench envelopes the atmosphere, of this earth Everything we touch, walks, the path of grueling! We witness the despair Yet shut the eye of notice! This corpse that we inhabit It's coming closer to the end Suffocated, weary, decayed Like a rancid flower of death! Bystanders of dismay Willfully blind care If all hope withers away No prospect for humanity Will eat each-other in a glimpse Just feasting on the weak! How life breathes death and from death breeds life In a perpetual calm of distinction Such a fragile line Consumption exceeds moral necessity At equity's expense! Drowned sorrow in imagery Depicted in the inconceivable As we choose to pass this line of Consumption exceeds moral necessity At equity's expense! Drowned sorrow in imagery Depicted in the inconceivable As we choose to pass this line, of no return!