Gardens of Maturity

Ruins, see the ruins of my life
Tragedy fades me away
I live speechless
Into the orbit of indolence

I feel my soul being devoured
My rusty existence becomes fatten
The greyish days prevail
The mausoleum of my existence

Permanent lap of depression
I see my body blackwish violet

Maturity is so rotten
That only instinct remains
Where are the feelings
Of that whose spirit was uprooted?