Even the flower dies,
Life is like a rolling dice,
With a stop twist,
It feeds,
It fades,
It takes
I grieve,
The pain confined,
The y'ugen I can't resist,
Thoughts still steal,
They can't be broken, Yes! They insist.
Still In agony,
Yet it pleases the heart who drums in distress,
It's love it screams,
My unbroken conundrum,
Faceless as steeze,
With a touch of flair,
It ease.
~X~