𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 & 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄 ⋮ 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

You, That Is The Garden And The Grave
May, the flowers grow.
May, they grow from your rotting body.
May, they grow from the deepest
saddest part of you.
May, your grave becomes a garden.
A garden; full of blooming flowers from a rotting soul.