What a cruel awakening

stealing away dreams

within beautiful

but ephemeral flower fields.

Cascades formed by lilies of death,

feasting on innocent hearts.

A sweet essence

made up by pretty little lies.

Despite this everlasting chaos,

the messenger of fate never stops flying,

and feelings always keep on rooting,

no matter if it's within truth or illusion.

And even if only crippled roses

with nothing more than thorns remain,

at least they'll survive

those wilted memories.