I struggle to fall asleep, wishing I could just faint into a nightmare
But her eyes have been engraved into my skull like a sand clock battling the test of time
Whenever I attempt to close my eyes and wander into unconsciousness all I hear is her elegant laughter
It plays like an echo stuck inside my ears getting louder by the second
My ears begin to bleed, but it was not blood that was spilling out
It was tears of my agony and despair reminding my soul of what could have been
I try to switch tracks but they all lead back to the same station
After countless detours, my mind had finally reached its destination
I searched for solace in familiar beauty and found just that, roses
Roses had my heart since the moment my eyes glanced upon them as a child
I tried to calm my nerves by illustrating how beautifully its petals would unfold, and succeeded
That was right until my mind took a turn for the worse as if it had been corrupted by a parasite
The roses were still present, but their presentation began to shift
They began to die, petals curling inward, rotting brown, just like the thoughts in my mind decomposing
Panic began to form in my mind, and shivers were sent through my body, but that's when the epiphany struck
I realized these roses were intertwined with myself, a mirror of my soul reflecting my own demise
I was the roses, and the roses were me, we both grew and prospered then began to rot and die
And in our decay I saw beauty still, not in what was, nor what could have been, but in what was never meant to be