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"bloody roses"
freedom.
passing moments.
ive pricked my finger on that rose too many times before.
now that the time has passed.
your finally free of those pain invadeing choices.
free of this oppressive oxygen.
this air i choke on.
able to live your dreams to infinity.
till the next time its your turn.
the time of rebirth.
recycled a thousand times over.
it never gets any easier.
i cant seem to find the reasons why i lost my mind.
the pain that lost its face.
cant seem to find solace.
even the beating ground offers no silence.
even though you have found a way out.
broken wood,
churned dirt,
the creaking of the ribbons falling away.
the wind rushing through my bones.
i could feel you there.
watching over the precedings.
filled with joy.
yet sorrow for the time lost.
the ground holds its own secrets.
i heard the whispers on the boughs of the pines.
free of the poisen that runs through my veins.
one day i will see you again.
but today is not that day.
for the wind pushes at my back.
urgeing my to go on.
the pain of the roses still lingers on my mind.
but the relif of anthor day of without pain.
i will remeber the days,
the nights,
the summers,
the winters.
you will live on through the memory of joy.
and yet you will return one day to remind us all,
of what lies ahead.
to be free of pain invadeing choices,
and bloody roses.
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bloody roses
