Some kind of poem

Maybe my mind is going through a morbid, poetic phase? I don't know.
Came up with this 5 minutes ago...


Floating hyacinths on my imaginary lake
Peace for the lost ones
The rejected and the hated
All come together in my constellation
The poor needs the poorer to feel rich
Serving a purpose for destruction
One thousand hearts against one bitch

Tracing footsteps back to nowhere
The lost ones find peace in grief
How they welcome more of their own kind
One by one they jump into the blood potion
Bearing no difference between pure and fake
One by one they join my constellation
Floating hyacinths on my imaginary lake