There's nothing left.
No doors to open.
Nothing worth
Pursuing.
.
Autumn breathes
Its cold breath
Across flowers
Still dreaming
Of their blooms.
.
They'll die.
And nothing
Will be left
Except that
Creeping frost.
.
The thing
Touching
Flowers with hands
Meant for
Metal.
.
The petals
Drop
And there's
Nothing left
To save.
.
Pretty flowers.
Wind-snapped flowers.
Hunched flowers.
Writhing flowers.
Aching flowers.
.
Is this what fate
Has in store?
A blossoming
Beautiful only
Because of its death?
.
Then I am doomed
For a peak
So gorgeous
That the stars
Fall at my feet.
.
Weeping from the
Cosmic
Knowledge
That this
Binds me.
.
Will the sorrows
Ever
Exceed
Normal human
Limitations?
.
The rules
Will be
Defined
By the bones
That remain.
.
And I am
Destined
To go up
In smoke
And flames.
.
Because the
Bones I'll leave
Behind are
Beyond
Beautiful.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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