Elysian Field

  The sky of my hell had opened,  
And inside of it grew flowers that I liked — 
My bluebells and forgive-me-nots, 
My roses and my orchids —
Of all colors and of all scents
Blooming into all areas of what I am,
Making me beautiful into the inside;
Making me radiant to the outside.
   It was my flowering sky
My inferno and my Elysian field
Trapped inside of my own mind
Forever running away from the cluster —
Those that hate yourself, 
Those that enslave yourself, 
Those that can't understand,
   They are burning down my Elysian field, 
But in my head it is a flowering sky.