Fallen This Rose

Waking up to scents,
Of dead roses in the air.
Can’t stay where i am suppose to belong,
In the shadows, but there is no where else I have left to go.
The distance I can no longer see,
A reminiscence I can bare no longer
and search out for you.

Ages passing and I am withered.
Waking up hoping I could go back now, but time denies me.
I can hear you through passing whispers,
Are you even there to hear my screams?
Thought to many times you would come back for me,
Save me from the demons living off me.

Haven’t yet found out if these things were meant to be,
Asked myself why death rejects me when I need release,
Nothing strong enough to pull my soul out from these depths,
No wings yet to carry me so far,
Why have you betrayed me light,
Why must I drown so deep.
Listen to my crushed soul weep as my soul seems to decrease,
Deeper and deeper,
without age everything decays.
Here within the shadows,
Which has made a stain out of me.

Black velvet dreams,
And your words I have long forgotten, along with the memories.
This rose i held unto, has died.






Copyright © 2004 Akourah
Model, Photographer, Words myself
Brushes from aleksandra and various other places.




Fallen, this rose...