Pink petals in the wind.

Life’s a cunt, you grunt,
like it’s an excuse,
To become a recluse.
You’ve lost the battle,
The snake without its
Rattle,
dead inside you surrender,
until living is a distant blur.
Life’s a cunt,
I agree,
But i am the leaves in the tree,
The pink petals in the wind,
Listen to my voice as i sing.