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.
