the garden of melancholy

 
my orchids bloom black  
reflective of my emotions  
their spikes pierce  
& drink from a soul so cold  
 
lingering in the shadows  
of a bloodied moon  
that casts its grotesque light  
on my garden of pain  
 
i fertilize this place of shame  
with the decaying bodies  
of my broken dreams  
 
it reeks with failure  
& yet it's beautiful in its gothic pallor  
it symbolizes death  
 
my blackened flowers  
guard the tomb of my sanity  
with a tenuous grasp  
on the mask that covers me  
 
a macabre spectacle  
here i lie, alive to the ache  
dead to hopes
doomed to never materialize  
 
i nourish the dark  
it gives me something to believe in  
there are no promises  
of brighter tomorrows  
it guarantees only more sorrow  
 
it covets my madness  
feeds the psychosis blooms  
the self hate they feed from  
 
within these gates  
bloom my demented orchids  
well kept & guarded  
 
where it rains tears  
of the deeply troubled