Replant and Repress - Noisem

The flower bed is growing old

Replant and repress

It burns away the old scars

Only to welcome in the new ones

Christened in hopes of purity

To rip away the security

The hopeless shell passes away

But leaves no hope for the newest day

Dwelling

Reality

Aching

Existence

The soil drapes over welcoming eyes

To shield these new visions

What was once seen to be beautiful

Is now dead, decaying, and gutted

wondering what happened

As no reasons are brought forth

Pulled from its roots for our funeral

Intertwined as this cycle rots

Dwelling

Reality

Aching

Existence