A Floret for You

A floret of death to persuade your hands
The horror of a thousand days give birth to sage like ambiance
I defer to shadows and opt for neglect in these dying gardens
For further into madness those bleeding eyes quell the storm of seasons
Offerings of shattered dreams stir not the oceans of fluidity
Damnation to appease the bold
A threshold into oblivions gaze to bless the putrid
Eminant anonymity to peirce the shroud of decadence
A deeper pain gifted in goodness wasted
Deep in the abyss of my ruin
I sway in step to stagnant views
And slumber away in your bliss