Sorrow Lilly's

I have a sorrow
deep within
It begins with love
and ends in sin
Rooted from
my scars of old
It's seeds are soft,
or so I'm told

So soft it seems
I blanket it
Cradled with me,
full of shit
I watch it bloom
and grow in need
Possessing wounded thoughts,
it feeds

To plant the buds
of mourning lilly's
Weeping crimson
just as gypsies
Sprouting darkness
just for me
Embraced by thorns
forever in eternity