Death’s Roses

I saw the gates of thee.

See my body and soul depart and flee.

I hope you remember me with glee.

I can view all aspects of life after me.

Like the fake crying and the wishing pleas.

Telling Jehovah that they miss me

When they couldn't seem to stand the sight of me.

I saw lovers turn their backs on me,

Now they're at the funeral on bended knee.

Beneath the knees, the ground shakes

Because I said once before

When I get taken out,

The Earth would find hell, but an even

Quicker route.

Don't just now start to scream and shout.

I can see and hear all the noise

If so God allows.

I say the things that never should be said.

In order for 3 men to keep a secret,

2 of them has to be dead.

I have bled the tears of the innocent

Who run to a traitorous friend.

I am everything you had ever hoped for

Until I wasn't enough in your head.

I was the beacon of hope

Until you found a better way to cope.

I saw me go from being needed

To neglected until I my name

Was engraved on a stone

With no farewell greetings.

I appreciate the roses

And proceedings, but wouldn't it be neat

If I got them thrown at my feet

Before my soul started retreating.

It was only a dream, but the memories

Of the crying faces are fleeting