Dead Roses

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Turn the key

And step into the blackness

Lamplight falls

And casts a laughing phantom

I imagine your smile

And the life that we could share

But with the last of my steps

I see the truth lying there

Dead roses

At the bottom of an oubliette

Where they beat you 'til you begged to live

You are mine and you were always mine

Now I'm crying over dead roses

I could never let them go

A winged beast

With horns upon his cranium

Slinks away

And grinning, makеs his way up

I grasp the pieces of rose

And your raven locks of hair

I hear the turn of the key

As I hiss my final prayer

Dead roses

At the bottom of an oubliette

Where they beat you 'til you beg to live

You are mine and you were always mine

Now I'm crying over dead roses

I could never let them go

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