The birds call keeps punching me till I'm sleeping Maybe one day I'll just keep on dreaming About the roses and how they glisten glazed in the sun On and on petals leap till noones left breathing Lie awake listen your mind to the tweeting Call again and suddenly I'm standing bleeding Out of the words to describe this feeling My minds set on moving forward into the bleak end I hear your call whisper my name from the poison ivy black lips Listen to the whizzing of the hissing snake between your teeth As the phone screams its time to stay awake Never too much to take away I made my own bed of rose petals now tell me is it time yet The bleak end never seemed so clean Another lost soul latches onto another rose The lights of the past blind the eyes of the future Please pick up the phone the birds are calling Don't you want it all to slither away? We all missed you today Will you ever be okay I brought you a rose from my garden Can you ever accept what I am giving The birds are calling are you listening? There are no roses left in the dreamland Never before had **** smelled so sweet Come and lie in this wasteland
This poem is wild but somehow it makes sense in my head