Grave of Roses
A fading hope
Like wasted dreams
Spiraling down...
Molting feathers...
Leaving scars...
Thorns pierce
The soles
Of my feet
The cold soil
Of the earth
Beneath me
Trembling...
Trail covered
Decaying remnants
Of rose petals
I mother them
Tracing what life
Left Inside those vines
Coil my body in thorns
Like venomous serpents
Sinking their fangs
Deep gash...
Blood trails...
And feeds my children...
Starved and misunderstood...
Like me...
Lay...
Me...
Down...
My darling...
My perfect grave...
Let me rest...
For eternity...
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