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....
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