A little seed of sparkle I planted
Never knew would grow like unwanted
Upon Nyx stare at starry-night sky
Full of glimmering hints he painted

These desires that I hold towards to tell
Must crush or turn to a forbidden fruit
Since sins and injustice are not parallel,
Settling will make people just fall for it

I am falling,
On this pile of not-so-sweet maples
Wishing I never met farmers ahead of me
Where only Death should be at

Seasons have passed, the leaves have not
Still the same house he built on this tree
With nothing to offer but its trunk
Pirouettes in the wind, roots wanting to flea