In this garden I can hide From the lies of life And the worms that live in it In this garden I can tell all my dreams And all my failed hopes It tells me it's okay With a gentle breeze on my skin And a light wave of some branches In isolation I can only find true comfort Like flowers in autumn, I wither Like flowers that have wilted I have slowly been decaying through the years Quietly, my shallow emptiness has grown Into something that has taken over my body And it rips my flesh and calls for my blood to spill I obey its commands and it befriends my woes I've noticed it's been in my veins Creeping and corroding everything But I know one day this dreadful emptiness Will have mercy on me And end my miserable excuse of a life Like a garden that has been eaten by insects