i have a garden
hidden in my mind
it's in a dark place
where no-one will ever find

each flower is my own
fed on my pain and tears
ohh how it has grown
in the last few years

but there is one flower
i feed a different blood
this is my arum lilly
it's fed on my love

once a season
under a crying full moon
i pick it's petal
first of the bloom

i place that petal
gently as a mouse
for it is fragel
this hand made house

each petal as fresh
as the day it was taken
awating the day
that it's halls aren't forsaken

my mortar is blood
my windows are tears
i make the carpet from dreams
the lights from my fears

this home awaits
the love i live for
but they are yet to try
to open the front door

they throw stones at my castle
all i have shown
brusing the petals
burning my home

i lay at night
in front of the thrown
my place needs a queen
it's tired of being alone

it awaits the last petal
to be placed not by me
that bloom belongs in the front door
it is to be the key.

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