Petrifying Peace

Like a rose lacking its pedals, My tranquility disregards its fascinating smells Like a tree shaking off dashes of its mangled leaves The switch of seasons interweaves... You infuriate me with petrifying peace You unlocked the gate... unsealing healing doom Miniscule doom rummages through the town, Wreckage brings peace, making us whole, Stumbling down by our enrapturing gown Polishing the mayhem, what a fine world... You ate away at my purifying peace You unfasten my fate... concealing chilling doom Like a guitar tattered and out of tune, The havoc that I observe is merely a mouldering misfortune Like a drum busted open during the afternoon, The peace that I yearn for has expired again... You hesitate to gather refreshing peace You unwind my misery state... unraveling incorruptible doom