i stand upon
my ruined soul
i stand here
in a land of grey
not sure what to do.
i can see
the green of everyone else
the warm breeze
flitters through
my greying dyed hair
my fake black nails
scratch at my throat
my coloured clothes
feel faded.
my once open heart
feels a little jaded
but yet, somethign grows.
a tiny flower
a rose of hope
small, weak and black
buit something
none the less.
sheilding this new growth
laying in the ashes 
of my sorrow
the burning pain
watering the blossom 
with my tears
maybe this is a plant
that will last more 
than a few years?
the sun cant reach it
the dark consumes it
wallowing in my
pain
it's a plant
that's angry and cold
nutured by hate
now...
what did you expect now?
you cant teach it
compassion and love
becuase you cant 
teach me compassion and love.
jealousy..
of the greener days
when you watered my soul
and now..
here i lay
in soot and ash
a dirty ill mess.
but then again
this is how some like it best.

xoxo
Kyelle