Nest

I try to lay down my rest,
I try to make my nest,
as falling petals of blood red cherry tree
make this such a tragic jubilee.

As soon as they touch my skin,
every drop of blood will be drown to waste,
and the sweet symphony
sings rhymes of morbidity.

One by one,
now listen dear child,
they were meant to harm you
and harm,
they will.

First petal touches your hand,
and thus you will be damned.
Second petal sweetens your lip,
and death carries her script.
Third will mean your doom,
as it drains the next day to dust.
The last one never came,
where did it go,
you'll need to bow.

I lay awake,
still alive...
Who gave me this chance,
who makes me now dance
these steps of purity,
which are such verities.

Maybe this was meant to be my home,
I don't have to be alone.
Still having many open wounds,
yet I won't be consumed...

Waiting for the last petal to lay me down to rest.

But...

Before that...

I will be alive,

I will be refreshed.