each second the flower shimmers a little more
shy behind the blurred lines of yellow
the luster with its flat rays of purity
strolling for a glimpse of secluded glow
this is him all raw and yellow
Do you truly see through him?
or to you, everything seems blue
this is him, withered from the petals you took
but to you, Is he any other pretty face
of which you once took a look?
each second the opaque walls silence you too
on and off; black and yellow
each blink an emotionless lust for luster
until the black snaps all of the yellow
and finally, he hides the beautiful flower
the petals of which, you once mercilessly threw!