Dajmonion

The scent of roses
Embraces me
And the Thorn
Bird is singing
United in suffering
Blood trickles from my wounds
The stigma of my greed
The artificial rose never dies
But Im ravished by the wild rose
It smells most beautiful
When its dying
My private
Heaven My private
Lake of Tears
My private
Temple Of
Crystal Ice
At the Edge
Of Sanity
Ive built the
Castle Of
Sand Trying to hide
In depth of soul
I shred of mortality
Is unavailing
Fear will find it
Bitter rain falls down
From the clouds of my eyes
Ive found purpose in life
To be always in motion
The rose my wither
But you cannot keep its smell
Please put one red wild rose on my grave... [written by P.Maslanka]