Poppies on an open field
Under the bright light of the sun
To the naked eye, the truth concealed
In the shadows of the clouds
Bodies wrapped in golden silk
In the finest of wooden boxes
Stab wounds cleaned leaving skin white as milk
Their boat set sail on the Styx
A girl sitting in an apple tree
Raining, novel open and ink running free
Head bent down not caring for the words
Soaked, just to hide the tears
Gourmet candy apple in a candy store
Coated with caramel and happiness
Employee making them in a bore
No one could have seen the worm inside
Makeup fixed and hair all done
Fancy clothes and shoes on
Surrounded by beautiful nature
But no matter how many shadows
The pain and sorrow can't hide
Even beautiful things carry pain
