Cold - The Machine in the Garden

the beautiful have come

to take me away

a deep dark grave

awaits it’s day

the coldness of the flowers

is my only warmth

for the cold is the darkness

that is left all alone

cold eyes gaze

upon the cold stone

tear filled eyes

as she mourns all alone

the beautiful have come

and taken me away

the deep dark grave

has seen its day

the flowers have died

the people gone home

I’m left cold in the darkness

left cold and all alone