Rice Tree Girl

Ramblings Beneath a Rotating Fan..
2004-11-21 03:06:44 (UTC)

The Happy Poem

Crimson thorns of bleeding roses,
Leaving the poison of one night too many behind
Crying voices out of the darkness,
You think you can make me all right?
All of the terror of a thousand night memories,
coming and going,
I can feel my spirit leaving me
Waiting on the ground for more than their words could see,
Waiting for the death that will come and take over me
Hold my hand at your own risk,
This could be the death of us both
Kiss me and you kiss death,
You're dancing with a nightmare,
You're welcoming it, like suicide
Sleep tonight and dream of me,
All you see is a vision of doom
Taking over the darkness...
Rivers that flow only with tears,
Rains that come with crimson drops
Its only the things that I see
In a nightmare made real
By the beating of a heart that slowed.
Holding onto something more,
Slipping away into a world I can't remember..
I can't remember any longer
And the pain of the loss cuts through and cuts deep
Touch the edge of the knife with my hands
What you saw in me was only a nightmare,
Only a vision of your own demise
To speak words of doom is to wish it on you
And I hate to spoil the light for you love it so
But I revel in darkness it is my form of light,
Twisted and morphed as indeed am I
Walk a thousand miles and look at your feet
Tell me my friend, beneath the dust and the dirt,
Sweat and blood
What do you see?

Moon and Stars,
Roz




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