Originated Carnation Poem by Amy Ormonde

Though the soul cannot be taken
by the blood that had just dripped within it and passed that poison onto the soul it once created
to be confined by dreams of torment and sacrafice
by tormented soul only goes but without one beat
among thy heart and drops into the hole that once deceased
could be brought apon again
and the originated carnation that once bloomed so lonley
has now been tossed into flames
my spirits lifting even farther into the
relm it did not create
my soul
my wings
my desperate calling
now i know my tormented soul has now been taken back to my home

and every time i make a sound
my wings will no longer soar
i know what i wasnt thinking
my name and my sweet fate
is now carelessly bound and burned away.