Walk through the garden of evil,
crushed petals of broken flowers fall quietly.

See the shadows between the trees,
their prickly branches bruise my thoughts
and trick my mind.

The heavy mist covers the moonlit path,
but I am blinded by the dreary images that are in front of me.

Slipped on the moss covered rocks,
I lay peacefully in the cold water.

I have become the garden of evil,
overtaken by the discord of flowers as they take me in my sleep.