Dajmonion

The scent of roses

Embraces me

And the Thorn

Bird is singing

United in suffering

Blood trickles from my wounds

The stigma of my greed

The artificial rose never dies

But I'm ravished by the wild rose

It smells most beautiful

When it's dying

My private

Heaven My private

Lake of Tears

My private

Temple Of

Crystal Ice

At the Edge

Of Sanity

I've built the

Castle Of

Sand Trying to hide

In depth of soul

I shred of mortality

Is unavailing

Fear will find it

Bitter rain falls down

From the clouds of my eyes

I've found purpose in life

To be always in motion

The rose my wither

But you cannot keep its smell

Please put one red wild rose on my grave... [written by P.Maslanka]