Monday, September 22, 2014

Fake Petals

                          (Image from Th05.deviantart.net)

In the lay of the land
the rose lies.
Dead by its own hand
the regretful cries.
Slit its wrist
red sap bled.
Guilt is a cyst
be on my head.
Nothing is true
sad card overplayed.
Stop whining the blues
you chose your bed.