• Grey orchids,
    where my terror grows
    on its darkened vines.
    I find myself on a wavy path.

    I am lost, searching forever,
    for just a glimpse of light
    in these orchids of grey,
    where only fake trees grow

    Loathing it's stare,
    I tear a grey fruit from the tree
    and bite fiercely into its stinking flesh.
    Rotten chunks float into space.

    Making me choke and wheeze,
    I loathed them even more,
    as I fell to the ground
    in a poisoned daze.

    Never shall I feast
    upon these orchids again.
    Life is just a ripening for death
    and we must take the first bite.