Black Flowers-The Soft Hills
the petty crimes that you make are truly divine
your tattered dress that you wear is beauty sublime
your burden shines
even flowers look black in the night
are you ready for the crime?
your pride and shame wax and wanes like the face of a clown
the crows surround all your deeds and thread the seams of your gown
they’re calling out
even flowers look black in the night
are you ready for the crime?