Oh heavy heaving flower,
Come and feed from my light.
Let me flourish your dying roots
And replenish the life you were given.
Your petals fall slowly my rose bud,
Drip and drop they go.
A bitter thorn begins to grow out of you
And slowly attaches the water I have given.
Oh bitter flower,
You are swarmed by insects that endure your sweet scent.
They suckle off of the pollen you have left
Though without caution they ****** the energy you were given.
Oh heavy dying flower,
You finally close up with darkness to aid you.
Your life has slowly faded into solitude and shame
As you bend your head in the name of the torn rose.