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


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.