Sadness

Those that were burned are today on the list for death. Falling flowers, rising flowers, from the tree of sadness. And see, looking down, how snow covers my path. The walking no longer sounds, the long silence takes over. ​The sky no longer has stars. I don't have to love the heart, silencing the dark fur. Was the world old and deserted? Who could protect your heart in a cruel time? ​Falling flowers upon flowers on the tree of sadness.