Lonely flowers

Admit the screaming silence
That trembles about its pain.
Lonely flowers are lions,
What keeps each other in chains.

Among the gloomy surroundings
They're cry for fear losing.
Fear made them walk around the rings.
Leaving bleeding hearts to self-closing.

The nigare is frightening and endless.
Two flowers hold each other tightly.
Fate is so mean and heartless,
Because she touched them lightly.

Now in their place is only a frigranse,
Beautiful and grating it melts.
Everything is so quiet and merciless,
But this is onle one of the ends.