Your mind is a garden
A beautiful safe haven
Filled with lots of flowers
Surrounding a young maiden

They stretched their arms nice and high
Reached towards the sun
They thought it was just another day
As you slowly raised your gun

However this time your weapon was different
Though very much the same
It had a leaking barrel
Poison was its name

No longer did it bring kindness
A soft misty rain
Instead it held hatred
That could only bring them pain

You wondered why they looked away
Refused to meet your eye
As you poured the rain over them
The poison that helped them die

The seeds of which you planted
All tilted towards the ground
They let out quiet whimpers
As you left them there to drown

You asked them why their colours
No longer shone so bright
They whispered with their choked words
You didn’t treat us right

They had the potential to be flowers
In your hands were the seeds
You could never change them
So instead you raised them as weeds

No longer were they pure
Did their blossoms sing with joy
Inside they held your evil
You had exposed them to your ploy

Your mind is a garden
A poisoned one we mourn
Filled with lots of grief
A variety of thorns