Desight

Written by: Seth Shirey

So here she lay with the gaunt rose feeling so cold…

Help is in her eyes, but the feeling is of false…

Uneasy for me to slit the way to eternal rest…

I feel this breeze weigh behind me…

 And so the knife she lay so bold…

Nonentities realized this so coming…

Help is on the way my dear…

I shall hear you sleep…