Black Rose

You lie in a bed of black roses, convinced that they're coral
You could look into a mirror and not see yourself
You lie on the inside yet pride yourself over your integrity
A knife bound in silk is still a knife
You think you are you, but that's not you
I know the truth
Why can't you be honest to yourself
Like anyone else
Covering the cypress, you it kills
With piteous daffodils
I can't see how you feel
What you live is not real
Ghosts you abandoned, in a swirling miasma haunt you
In avoidance of becoming, you became the fool
Bells and chimes toll for you now, you cannot hide
In refusal to go, you throw yourself to the other side
Around you a broken world is flying
But you're dying
Cut down the chains of aloe then
Instead of growing them
Should the heavens send down blooms
Yellow roses to you
Strangling your own core
Tearing down your doors
I don't know you anymore
Breaking the reflection that beholds
Against what you're told
In the storm of shards foolishly stand bold
Warped beliefs you hold
And slowly, without a single goodbye
Denying what is nigh
You die
No asphodels for you
No need for going of two
No more lies from true
No more denying that you're mortal
No more lying in a bed of black roses, convinced that they're coral



More rambling.