Lilies

Flowers on a tomb, gleaming white and lovely.

Sweet lilies of rebirth, marking man's decay.

With sweetness and perfumed oblivion.

Yet we are resurrected, arise, and live again.

Drowning in transformation, light where ignorance hid.

Dark sorrow was true joy.

Shedding tombs formed by our own blindness.

Carved by ignorance, and stillness full of lies.

Resurrection, to seek ourselves again.

In rebirth we scratch our own graves.

Limp calmly to a new life, cry and scream like babes.

Fear is the beginning.

by Arias