Stone Lilies

my virtue bowed a humbled head stripped from my gut leftovers bled wolves sought carrion pursuing a shred fervor severed splayed by a silver thread baring deepening ruts of dejection an animated face mirrors rejection soured sweetened candied confection snubs a reflection pursuing perfection stone lilies from the crypt exhume a life sprouted in a pitch black room blossoms wither failing to bloom fate is a dark sealed tomb