GARDEN OF STONES

Rows and rows of broken hearts

Laid to waste in a garden of stones

Flowers disguise the nature of sadness

That torture the hearts of the compost remains

Crowing birds hide the sounds

Of their aching pains

Moans from sorrow’s catacombs

Like a symphonic maze they echo

From the deepest down below

Departing from this life without a goodbye

Disappearing like shadows in candlelight

Captured like vampires in coffins and laid to rest

Still alive but no longer living with compassionate sight

Depression comes to sweep them away

Into a night so black it blinds the moonlight

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