Escorted from uncut roses,
Janet fought without power,
Against the unreality carrying her away,
From perceived solutions.
Lurking beneath her surface,
The edge of restraint stirred endlessly,
Threatening to cleave my head free,
From worthless neck.
That sleeve was still gone,
**** tainted by a red chill,
Stared at my failures,
Tempting my soul to crush my heart,
With a damning duality.