I took a journey
And found myself...
It won’t always be black roses for you
It’ll be black mould...
Blank stares into dead space
Little worriers checking heart rates...
How will I know if my lifes on hold
Days remain and yes it still rains...
Suffering is what it's labled
For the rest of my life I'm going to remain...
In the shadow and remaining unseen
Wearing the mask to act the scene...
I went from north to south and west to east
Just to find the thing they called 'Peace...
Silence spreads thickly like cream on jam filled...
as rose tinted memories flood mind longing for...
I awoke with a poem dancing through my mind.
I tried to grasp just what kind...
Entering through resplendent gates,
to where countless dead seek final rest...
People say time heals all yet no matter the...
I’ll be fine and then out of no where something...
at that tender age when one still believed
openly bleeding wounds make for devotion...