Postmortem

Postmortem is conducted

And reality comes to light

Warning Sign

Now deep in the middle, the surroundings are misty,

Screaming for help in this void, my voice is turning rusty.

My Fatal Flaw

Petals falling from a misunderstood flower,

Once beloved, now left to wither and rot,

I hear its silent screams and cries,

Was it too easy to bid goodbye?