The roses in my window still haunt me
Like mocking sentinals
They clumsily keep watch
Over my emotions
Guarding my only sanity
Exploiting my only madness
The curling fringe of despair builds
And what can I do
But look at them?
They laugh silently
"What did you expect?"
A careless whisper in the dark,
The fingers of fate play with
A loose tendril of my hair
"It's out time now, Babe;
Don't worry, we'll be gentle."