Dying roses in the mist
The reaper not so far off
They fared and shed their tears
Brought alongside misery and their petty desperation
Complained and brought about their fears
Still, the roses rotted within the mist
We sit in billiard rooms
Speak of fools and heartily drink our spirits
The glitter fades
The feel is gone
We await our fates soon enough we will be entombed
Fragmented love lives and thorns to cut ourselves with
I lie deeply inside my own womb
For security and pride
The roses fade within the mist
We watch coldly in desperation
The reaper draws nearer
We have squandered and faked every day of our lives
the knives zig zag between our aching fingers
We fear our days ceasing...our wasted days
No one got the gist
No one knew the rose was dying
Fading to black
Instead we mourned in our wist
Our humane tendencies for self-pity
Self-deceit
Dying roses in the mist
heartache and neverending disparity
The reaper grabbed my hand and slowly pulled me upon my feet
This rarity
This purity
I plucked my mind like a blank sheet
I remembered silence so sweet
Shards of shattered glass between my toes
We sat and reminisced the fall
The crimson waves yearning
We drank to our deaths in bitter memory
Our failed acknowledgement lead us to our loving foes
We were sitting across the room from one another
I began my sister's hatred when she murdered our older sister
I began when i seen two brothers fight to the death
I wept in bitter defeat
We conjoined incongruously and fell to our knees
This precipitous weir, this spiral
All we have earned
Is all that we've lost
Still, the rose died in mist
