The Wildflower

In that place
It grew so strong
So vibrant
So perfect

I lusted for it
Saw in it a symbol
A hope

But it wilted
Withered away
It now sits a shadow
A corpse

I know it's reason for being
Why that flower had to die
I can take nothing from this place

Not the Rose,
Not the Amaranth,
Not the Demoness
Nor any other object over which I lust.

When I leave it stays
It stays, or it dies.

This world is poison to me.
I can no longer breathe it's air.
Drink it's waters.
Enjoy it's beauty.

This is heaven.
And it is forever lost to me.

May god have mercy on my soul
For I will have none.