Reach out and take a fate,
worse than death to blanch your pate.
Cursed to serve in a binded state,
Surrounded by those who serve you hate.
That you love and love and they've forgotten your face,
Can you remember how happiness tastes?
The world spinning faster around a slower pace,
That you take buried in a grave to your waist.
Given a cold shoulder, then a tearful embrace,
Passionate memories burned by kisses chaste.
These aren't wilting flowers in a vanquished vase,
These were never alive in the first place.