Seasonal Shift (Orange Summer part 8)

Depression from a break up

The sun flickers with sorrow above a dying world
Pieces of failed love litter my mind
Like ashes from an annihilated city
I'm all alone in this room built with bricks of bitterness
It feels as if I've been disconnected from society
Left with only these roses that have wilted in my hands
I think I'll keep them on my shelf
In a jar filled with septic water
They're the only remnants I have of her