The
roses in my window still haunt me
Like
mocking sentinals
They clumsily keep watch
Over my
emotions
Guarding my only
sanity
Exploiting my only madness
The
curling fringe of despair builds
And what can I do
But look at them?
They laugh silently
"What did you expect?"
A careless whisper in the dark,
The
fingers of fate play with
A loose tendril of my hair
"It's out time now, Babe;
Don't worry,
we'll be gentle."