Bury me in roses ( a compilation of poems)

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Bury me in roses

Petals drifted through the air

Caressing my pale stony flesh

With eyes that was dead cold

Buried with a story that was left untold

A corpse without a voice

In purgatory I unyield my wrath

The fury that was burried with me

Disguised with a bed of roses it seems

Enclosed in an exquisite casket

Mourned by passing strangers

Are they sad for my departure?

Or for my unrevealed disclosure?

Bury me in roses

Intertwined me with thorns

The reaper had ascend to claim me

But the torment still goes on....