Petal after petal falls away
The dead of winters here to stay
A shiver runs down my spine
I can feel the slow passage of time
Clocks ticking second by second
The smell of this place; quite unpleasant
Stale air and misplaced feelings
I need peace from a mind that’s reeling
Screaming voices and shaking fingers
Thoughts of suicide still linger
If the cold doesn’t take me first
This bullet may well quench my thirst
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Forgive me, father. For i care not what I’ve done.
Forgive me, father. For i know not what you’ve done.
Forgive me, father. You are a fraud.
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I wish I could figure out the significance of roses in all your poems & art. I feel like it represents your source of strength. Or maybe it represents how you would like to see the world.
In a lot of your drawings there’s a rose over the main character’s eye. At first I thought it was a way of hiding behind something. But, over the eye, maybe it’s something like “rose colored glasses”?
Anyway, I’m sorry to hear the petals are falling. It does feel like it’s going to be a cold winter.
Maybe I’ll explain that some day. I doubt it. But maybe.