Black Heart of the Gardener

Flowers bloom no more in spring,
Few birds live to call,
The wind touches no living thing,
Spring mirrors fall,

I pace through the deadened world,
My fevered mind to blame,
Anger on my lips they curled,
And then the heartbreak came,

I came upon the sweetest rose,
And tried to love in vain,
But in my heart my anger choose,
To kill it with my pain,

Nevermore here will roses bloom,
Or spring shake winters chill,
In my heart lies only room
For malice and it's will.