Weeding Out The Thorns - Human Remains

Beautiful red fading to brown

As the larcenists collect life

All i want is water and soil

Surely not obese machines

One by one I watch blue turn to grey

Slowly wilting and drying

Brightness fades away

Weeding out the thorns

Darkness thickens constantly

As the thorns are plucked

Salvation of starvations

Up to the tip of the stem

Walls of the heart collapse

All is laid to rest

Thoughts passing rapidly

Life just a memory