Distorted Rose

distorted rose in yellow vase how dare you chastise me sure I wilted and lost my integrity but look at you my withered beast three d was the olden days my friend we are mere shells of our vibrancy now colors oozing out of us as we turn into boxes distorted, disturbed, undistinguished skeletons my melodic melodies are dead in the dreams of others and you are smashed like a beetle turning your kaleidoscopic self into another lost opportunity do not speak of my demise my friend; we are both has beens.