From Flower To Shell

I picked a rose of brilliant red A fine one I must say I laid it down beside her head And slowly turned away Before I left, I read the name Engraved upon the stone It was then that sadness came I knew I was alone It wasn't fair to take my love The only one I had I cursed the groung and sky above I felt so raging mad I swore that vengeance would be mine As I headed for the gate But how does someone turn the time Set forth by father fate I planned and schemed for days on end In hopes that I would find A way to live among the dead And find some peace of mind Insanity was on my trail I couldn't shake it loose I felt the wrath of living hell Tighten like a noose Since her love I couldn't save I felt so damned remote I went and laid beside beside her grave And left this final note I couldn't live while on the run From memories of the dead So I put a bullet in my gun And then into my head Rockman In response to early comments, this is just fiction. In fact it was written before I ever found love. I've been married since Oct. 2000 and going strong. :-) Sorry if I misled.