A Boy With Roses

Flower Boy

Laying desolate in a graveyard 

Corpse stiff, corpse-like

Morbid, white cooked albumen

Breathing in, I\'ve befriended isolation 

Facing problem after problem

I\'m watching the shifting sky dance 

I could watch it and get dizzy all day

Sitting there, without a care

 

It has dawned on me

I\'m in manacles in a mental prison

Frustration is building up

Like rancour or growing jealousy

I\'m a volcano exploding

Suddenly 

 

I\'m malleable like clay

Cutting myself a fine slice of cake 

I\'ve calmed my frayed nerves 

With love letters to death 

Yet again.