‘The Dead Rose’
The ecstatic of my life extends to it's zenith;
Dreams were exhilarating with perfection.
Rows of plot that were scripted with,
Reversed as decreed from Himself, done!
Staged and exhausted but, His bestowed:
Nevertheless with hope tryin' to revive me.
Their bloods and sweats, indeed glows
Which I take myself to sculpt my life, Thee
Thee shall be admitted? The rose which,
I hold tightly for you left me bleeding!
T'is life whom you've killed, doesn't exist,
To the body standing with tears, weeping.
Those days I hold were adorable, but
Waiting for the leaves to fall off itself yuke.