When Happiness Dies

Behind the thorns which grows, spiring
though beauty is dying. A cry for help.

Something to grab life with, when
happiness dies. Close the door, shut out
the pain in the dark. But temptation is
to irresistible, you know when the
hounds are running closer. Spirit, lead
for me. My sorrow is to hard to conceal.
The pain grows from within, surrounds me

with cold. I’m freezing as happiness
dies. My world reaches destruction. Left
so cold and dark. The eternal flower has
withered, and soon also the stem. I
close my eyes, there’s nothing left (for
me) to see. The emptiness feels smaller
now. I reach out to you, but you are not
there. Since you left me, nothing is