Humanity was like flower,
They are beautiful with colours,
Yet it was destined to die soon,
As if their beauty was just a lie.
Love was like seven seas,
Vast as if never ceased,
But soon enough this game we played,
Will bring some destruction in our way.
Emotions was nothing but a game,
Which we participated to strive better,
Yet the hell was no comparable,
To this torture we displayed.
Dying flowers was like humanity,
Filled with lies and hypocrisy,
Soon enough it will die,
So better prepare a final goodbye.