Nove Otto of Roses
By Fox-Trot-9
Rose 43. A Thousand Deaths
In everything you think and say,
You die a thousand deaths each way,
Your soul condemned, redemption lost;
To counteract these selfish acts,
You cover with a thousand facts
Your thoughts to guard against the cost
Of bearing out your agonies,
Indulging in your vanities
To have your troubles over-glossed!
(To be continued...)
A/N: 3rd one up and off the presses! Hope you enjoyed! ( ^_^ )