My bed of roses looms afar,
Calling to me like a falling star,
I drift towards the petals red,
The sweet scent holds control of my head.

As I draw nearer and nearer to my dreams,
I notice that all is not as it seems,
For the petals I see are tainted black,
But it’s too late now, there’s no turning back.

I reach out in vain for my last ray of light,
But the petals they melt right out of my sight,
A thick red liquid is its transformation,
Yet I recline in this blood in anticipation.

My breath is taken as my head goes under,
My dreams burnt away by a sharp bolt of thunder,
For my dreams to be with me forever I’ll long,
But it’s time I accepted this is where I belong.

 
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