Am I only the interpretation of another

The soulless memory of a friend

The forgotten words of an acquaintance

The truth held within side

Holds no lie

Yet is truth even truthful

The past sins seeking penance

Only to reap more kin

Just to become a withered petal

Forgotten

Only by a word, remembered

Yet to be caught by the wind and blown away

The petal seeks the reconnection to the flower

But the flower has already grown new petals

Beseeching the world of the damned, the despised, and the unlivid

To beg for penance yet to be damned to wither

The withered petal does not die

However it stays in eternal separation of what once was

Something beautiful becomes evil.