Roses for the Dead

Under my skin

Sleeps knowledge

Unknown

Dwelling

In the shape

Of shadows

Restless

They press

And twist

And mould me

Slowly

Hold me

Desolate

And Godless

Controlled by

Bygone ghosts

And shame untold;

 

I’m sorry I couldn’t handle who I was

I’m sorry I became so self-righteous

I’m sorry I couldn’t look in the mirror

I’m sorry I felt good about making you feel like nothing

So that you wanted to hurt me too

Every time I tried to love you

It all fell through

I never meant to leave you cold

 

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Regretful realisations do not change the past,

Let us rest now.

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