Eternity stretching out in front
of me.

The rose's dead a long time ago,
they lie in piles of dried petals.

As the brick and mortar crack
and crumble I remain untouched.

Cold bone underneath the stone,
ghosts linger on memories of the
living.

Lie me down on a bed of rose's
as I remain unchanged, cry me
a river and let me float
down the sorrowful tears
of my memories.

Eternal nights carry me,
blood bindes me to this life.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton