Rose Grows Red
Bled and dead, a rose grows red
Fed soil tainted by strife
Long and lush, this verdant bush
Will press its' course of life
Underneath the black, packed soil
A scream begs to arise
Silenced by the summer up above
She's forced to hide

But lo! It's only time that keeps her spirit chained
Entwined and blind by roots that bind deep in her blue remains
The rainy season soon will send its gift, and wet the ground
And this town will know what sadly grows neath' this tainted mound

Bloom in gloom outside a window to a bedded room
Brush and thrust the boughs of my distress. The witness moon
Crimson buds fed by the blood scratch softly on the pane
I distract the dreamers there
In fact I scream their name

But lo! These summer nights will cipher out my code
When the waking ones rise, rub their eyes from ill repose
Subliminal- the criminal act settles in their brain
And they will dig to see their vision beget my remains
As I whisper gently, and we both go crazy, strike the root up from the soil
Relocate the annoyance
Snag my wrist...
It leads the way...

I’m found

Bled and dead a rose grows red
Bled and dead her rose grows red