Afterlight - Tamaryn

The flowers of all love spent in vain

Are never the same as they seemed

The silver is severing their plain

Petals distinct to fade away

Now they wilt forever

Nothing come through

Afterlight

Come on the hunger following

Now that it’s plain enough to see

The dirt on the veil of ecstasy

In temporal hours turn to leaves

Wilted as the flower

Where nothing come through