A Dark Botanical

Gothic folk, dark americana A song about loss. Lyrics: [Verse 1] The spade of loss cut deep and true. The soil’s cold where love once grew. A silent seed fell in the clay, To sprout when you were torn away. [Chorus] This grief is not a barren stone. It builds a stem of flesh and bone. A bitter leaf, a heavy head, A bleeding bloom upon the dead. It hurts to watch the petals rise, But beauty lives where color dies. [Verse 2] The roots drink tears to keep alive. In winter frost, the fibers thrive. The thorns are sharp, they slice the hand Of those who try to understand. [Chorus] This grief is not a barren stone. It builds a stem of flesh and bone. A bitter leaf, a heavy head, A bleeding bloom upon the dead. It hurts to watch the petals rise, But beauty lives where color dies. [Bridge] To kill the plant would clear the cost Of keeping what was loved and lost. So let it grow, let tearing start, The garden of a broken heart. [Outro] A dark botanical remains. The sharpest flower feeds on pains. The petal falls, the stem will stay To alter how I meet the day.