Bloomless ashes I threw in a glass, and i watered them with sorrowful tears. At the beginning in the glass grew only fears but with time and dread grew the first blades of grass.
I grew life with sadness, nurtured budding tulips with pain and anguish, and now they all bloom in darkness, and all the tears seeped out and the fire of my heart extinguished.
I ran out of tears to give, out of voice to yell into the void, and my glass withered away and a single tulip was left to stay:
"A hopeless bloom of deadly nights, of painfilled words, thoughts and sights, of darkened eyes and hearts, a flower bright and cheery for a forever still guise"