Lilies
Is there room in my heartFor you to follow your heart
And not need more blood
From the trip of your star
Smell of lilies in my head
Smell of lilies in my heart
“On the surface simplicity
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
But the darkest pit in me
It's pagan poetry
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
Pagan poetry
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved”
See you on the bench of lilies.