when the roses wilt

i told him,

i knew they never would

because they were a garden in my heart

until the sky fell down

blazing suns

burning up the garden

the roses wilted

and now you’re gone

i watched you leave

a lead lined coffin,

that’s what you wanted

because you loved

Stephen King

you didn’t want to rot

and have worms eat out your eyes

and beetles in your skull

a restless eternity

but you didn’t get your lead lined coffin

you got nothing

there was nothing left of you to bury

i miss you

but the roses burnt