Dead Roses Lie

Turmoil all around,

A hole is in the ground

The whisper of the rain

Screams agony and pain

A headstone in the making;

Awoman sits, shaking

Water in a cup

Pills enough to fill her up

They lie in wait

The perfect bait

Built up emotions;

Venom and hate

A flash of light

Then nothing

A man stands by a grave

She died when he stopped loving

Dead roses lie

And nothing else remains

Of her life.