Death of the Rose
The rain falls
On a beating heart
Ripped out of the chest
Of eternity
The clock ticks faster
And faster
Until it goes too fast
And time
stops
The world spins faster
And faster
The morbid beauty of disaster
A ruby rose upon the coffin
And we mourn the death
Of the rose
Which died not for it's beauty
But for the beauty of the love lost
The rain falls on the wilting flower
The heart beats faster
And faster
then stops.