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?