Flower Games

Withered by the sun 
Who dares to send its beams upon me 
Like a corpse shattered upon the world 
By the unmerciful gaze of it's God 
Struck down as I wept bitterly; threw petals at the sky
The sinners hands who cast a ray on the chrysanthemum 
That grew to understand it's dark soil 
Only to be plucked away too fast, oh, too fast 
To be torn apart petal by divine petal 
Only to be cast back into the dirt 
Broken and mourned I cried aloud to that fateful sky 
"And what have I done to such a cruel world, in order to deserve the games flowers are subjected to play?"
The sky did not answer as my soul wept so forth 
"And what have I, a corpse been of deserving? To deserve this purgatory on the cruel stoned world?"
The soul may weep but none may hear 
For eternity I may watch as others play the games flowers play 
The games I played so true