He lies on the grass
In the sun, with eyes closed.
Rain falls forever
From the heart of a rose.
Leaves in the wind
Run toward the sea
To drown in the puddle
He's longing to be.
Dirt turns to mud
Around the undead.
He sinks with the moments
When nothing was said.
"From clashes to ashes,
And rust to dust...
Love, take me under,
But don't forget about us."
He smiles and screams
With blood in his eyes
To sleep with the mourning...
Singing the lies.
In love with addiction,
The hatchet caught fire,
Slashing the burden,
With wings of desire.
He cries one last time,
"Goodbye to the sun.
I leave unforgiven.
I hate everyone."
The ground takes him in
And hardens at last.
A rose marks the tomb
Where he slept in the grass. |
Submission Name: Under The Rose
