My Concrete Rose

My concrere rose Stone in single file under the rock; Scraping purple sea shells under the dock. The seeds scattered all but one spot, Blossom bloom, blowing memories. Fading illusion I had company; A brother that look out for me, A sister that look up to me, A mother might seek the best for me But I'm shadow torn Blades mince the dice in me. Gambling games there's no lucky three. Losing spree I've already lost the soul in me. I'm dust; call me soil erosion I'm living low key grandstand With these voices in my head I can't translate. Explain, words I don't understand Nobody there but the walls speak. Alone street geared with nothing but Weak. Wishing I'll fall asleep; Enter a very lucid dream, Victim to a trance unique, Buried in tunnel so deep, To sprout from a funnel unusually Steep. A concrete rose With a smell of ease Sprouting from gravel grapevine. Untwisting Death peace.