Flowers for A Broken Vase

written march 26th 2006

Flowers for a Broken Vase.

Beyond the rings of Saturn lies the meaning of my existing.
Where all the doubts of what truly lays in this flesh comes to light.

But Saturn is too far away, so the truth will never be known to you.
All I am to you is space...empty, dark and hollow...

I am your curse, your burden, and useless as broken party favors.
You casted me away from your orbit and into a black hole called fear.

Perhaps a day will come when you will decide to look beyond the darkness.
Perhaps you will notice the stars, the moon, the sun, and...me.

Until that day arrives and the night disappears,I will float away into the darkness and seek out the truth beyond the rings of Saturn.

Reviews

[Jarrett]

Very sad, yet uplifiting in the last line with the allusion to finding the meaning of one's existence.
Very nice work, London.