The scent of roses

Embraces me

And the Thorn Bird is singing

United in suffering

Blood trickles from my wounds

The stigma of my greed

The artificial rose never dies

But I'm ravished by the wild rose

It smells most beautiful

When it's dying



My private Heaven

My private Lake of Tears

My private Temple

Of Crystal Ice



At the Edge Of Sanity

I've built the Castle Of Sand



Trying to hide

In depth of soul

I shred of mortality

Is unavailing

Fear will find it

Bitter rain falls down

From the clouds of my eyes

I've found purpose in life

To be always in motion



The rose my wither

But you cannot keep its smell



Please put one red wild rose on my grave...