Flowers & Seafoam

Within the world, there is a beautiful place
Perhaps someday I can go there
To escape this dark place known as home
It is a dream death can show me
Without this world there is emptiness
Perhaps the soft breeze will someday take me there
To escape this rotting cage I never leave
But who can fly on rotten wings?

This stench, my own living corpse
I wonder if someday I can find the heart to reconstruct myself
But is it such a bad thing, to become one with the earth?
This dream can be a peace bringer coloured red

Is it too late to become seafoam, or did my foolish desires forever curse me?
Ah! But if I give into my pessimistic reality, is this life really worth ending?
This door can open up and somewhere I'll find my new corpse, fresh and alive

That one, who watched over me with a false love
Now lies buried under the flower garden
Is love anything if it is not selfish?
I dig a hole in the ground, another day, another flower for the one I blindly love

If I were to melt into the breeze, would I be able to lift my stagnant form and fly away from this sadness?
Or is it a destiny I am cursed to realise in the soon-coming now time?
You smile forever, my love
Yet why do your eyes still look in the direction I do not face?


Is it too late to become sea foam, and swim away from this place of my sins?
Ah! Perhaps tomorrow, when the ocean calls my name
Promising me a new love on some distant shore?

What does it mean to be human?
Is this life another dross to bear?
Then I'll smile and crush you with my burdens, my earth-smothered love

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