The Poison Garden (Gothic Symphonic - Lyric Video)

The Poison Garden is a song about someone who has carried too much for too long. They walk into a place that feels kinder than the world they came from. A place that does not judge them. A place that lets them breathe one last time without fear.

The flowers are beautiful, but they are also an ending. They offer a way to let go without struggle. The music follows that surrender.
The voice reaches for something that is already slipping away.

Composed with Suno.
Visuals shaped in SeaArt.
Brought together piece by piece.

If this song makes you feel something, let me know what stayed with you.

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Lyrics:
The air is still the stars inhale
Dew drips from lips the dark unveils
A garden hums beneath my tread
Each petal whispers what lies ahead

I walked where moonlight kissed the dew
Among the flowers pale and true
Belladonnas breath was sweet
As if it dreamed of hearts to meet

Foxglove swayed with gentle pride
A pulse that promised deaths soft side
Their scent a hymn their hue a plea
Their bloom too fair for life to be

They spoke in tongues of perfumed flame
Each one a lover without a name
Come closer said the Nightshades eye
To love is just to learn to die

Oleander smiled serene
Drink slow she sighed and die unseen
Their fragrance curled inside my chest
And lulled the waking world to rest

Let me rest where Foxglove dreams
Where beauty ends and silence gleams
I will drink the night from Hemlocks cup
And never wake when dawn comes up

Beneath the moon the voices blend
They do not kill they only mend
Each pulse a vow each breath a prayer
To lie with them to linger there

I saw my veins turn root and vine
My breath became the gardens sign
The soil replied in tender tone
In death youre never all alone

Let me bloom where Foxglove dreams
In endless hush of silver gleams
I fade I stay I bloom I break
All life to give all life to take

One final breath the stars confess
Beauty was mercy nothing less
The flowers sigh the moonlight weeps
And all the garden softly sleeps