death of a flowery mind

Written by: Germaine Pasley

the flowers die as i walk slowly by
wither away to coal black dust
my shimmering parasol graces their dying bulbs
as i swing to their death, round and round

my words are dried blood
staining the pages of my mind
creating the illusion that everything is fine
when the blood cracks and you can finally see
there in lies the death of me

my eyes avert themselves from the mess that i have made
my hands do not tremble as i sweep around their ashes
no thoughts or cares to the destruction i have laid
as the world around me trembles and crashes

strips of blood flow from my words
cuts and bruises from on my mind
ruining the illusion that everything is fine...
as the blood washes my mind away
you can finally see, there's no way i can stay