Plastic Roses

Written by Joseph Hill

Lying, looking back, back on cold floor,
In a sticky pool of memory.
Looking out into foggy dark,
Lost among swirls of love laced roses.
Swirling, dancing beneath gluey eyelids,
Of shattered glass, and sharp refracted light.
A blinding, broken light of hope,
Blinding the broken hope of light.

Shock of realization, a heart explodes,
Butterflies dying in the chest.
Betrayed by dull plastic roses,
Blood's lie laced roses.
Body tingling, and itching,
Pain and sorrow's thousand little claws,
Trapped inside the flesh with nowhere to go.
"Let them go let them go let the go..."

Gripping the knife of hope
Gripping it by the blade.
If only just a while longer
Just maybe, perhaps,
Once upon a dream.
Stumbling through blurry vision,
A tunnel out of focus,
Once upon a nightmare.

Lying, looking back, back on dead floor,
In sticky blood lost pain.
Looking out within with hollow eyes,
Upon hollow memory dreams.
Tears burning down tattered cheeks,
To swim in blood of remembered pain.
The merciful knife in the lifeless hand,
Whispering, soothing, dream pain release.

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