Poignant roses in control.
Of freedom you speak no more.
Made your chains out of souls.
Piercingly beautiful.

Welcome this dream is not, for I wish I'd forgot.
Meaning, no not at all, the righteousness is not.

Sat down in the corner.
You and I saw faces rush by.
Fear filled their eyes on mainstreet.
Wolves were howling.

Alas waste was it all for reality wasn't ready.
Stuck I was in despair, dreaming of Maggie.












Making wounds love or hate could never mend.