Beautiful red fading to brown As the larcenists collect life All i want is water and soil Surely not obese machines One by one I watch blue turn to grey Slowly wilting and drying Brightness fades away Weeding out the thorns Darkness thickens constantly As the thorns are plucked Salvation of starvations Up to the tip of the stem Walls of the heart collapse All is laid to rest Thoughts passing rapidly Life just a memory.