Dream Life

                                       I think I'm dead Or maybe I'm not But I feel like a flower Shriveling in its pot Like the gleaming stars That disappear in the day I'm dissolving bit by bit While losing my way My fingertips are snapping Like the icicles at the pole I cannot see any footsteps I can never feel whole I'm number thirteen on the clock I've been thrown out of existence The time has killed my passion Along with my persistence Destroy me one the battlefield For my years are running low In this belligerent world I'm like a fire in the snow

  I've always admired roses But not for their color There's something about them That I haven't yet discovered Yet everyone tells me That I'm looking into deep That it is just a flower  Just a little prize you can keep But yet there is something special About the roses that you see And It's not about the petals It's about the thorns to me It puzzles me how something So beautiful and rare Can cut you so deep And you wouldn't even care