You mold over your own weaknesses and leave a crinkly heap

Wisteria flowers to decorate the coffin that you’ve sunken in deep

As your limbs die off and your flesh starts to warp more into a puddle

Refusing to live or grow like a cookie flooded and starting to crumble

 

As your bones break loose but don’t move lay there rotting and brutal

So brittle the simple thought of being your own person makes them- stumble

the purple flowers dancing on every shred of bone laying there asleep

Nothing to do nothing to say just follow the wisteria as they creep

 

With the flowers wilting from the years stolen remains to a peep

The last remaining days and the last few petals swoon the ground

Knowing their happiness and hope is something nobody wants found

For barely any comfort the petals close to together in a frosted cuddle

knowing that through all your life all you actions and words are cheap