ROSEGARDEN
PART 1: Desire, Lust and Fornication
A sylvan princess of godlike beauty
Planting the seeds of her garden
With a gilded heart that satisfies
But somehow never satisfied
Through tears of loneliness her gaze always searched
Her youthful innocence betrayed
By a longing to breathe new air, fill her lungs with joy
Moonlight pleasures, ever grasping
To fill her body with lust and flaming desires
Nothing to there stop her hungry heart
From bursting into flames
In waves of lustful greed her admirers all used
Her victims swallowed eagerly
But nothing stops the bleeding heart of want
Which lust for plenty
Her own beauty serving as a prison
Theres only the craving
A craving for more
And more and more and more and more
But her pleasures stays an empty reward
Such a pity
The hunt for affection just go this far
And in earthen beds her blood sow tears
The lowest forms of life
Resting between her thighs
Now burning her
From inside
Such a pity
No stranger cares for the consequences
Slowly she paints her own cruel portrait
The vilest kind of needs
Coming inside of her
Now feeding her
Eating her
Pity her…
PART 2: Of Regret and Denial
A craving no more
All within turned inside out
Forever and no more
But always haunting in the corners of her mind
All the wishes that burned her
The disease her once loving seeds had spread
Her lovers all pile thick
Beneath her feet as she blindly staggers on
Their flesh all torn an sundered
Rosegarden, Rosegarden
Oh, in her Rosegarden
There the thorns grow long and sharp
The craving succumb
As her feet guide her deeper beyond
Where roses grow high
Still always haunting in the corners of her mind
All the dreams of desires that she fed
The lusts that all still sears between her thighs
Her lovers all pile thick
Beneath her feet as she blindly staggers on
Their flesh all torn an sundered
Rosegarden, Rosegarden
Oh, in her Rosegarden
There the thorns grow long and sharp
In her Rosegarden…
PART 3: Traversing Platonic Dreams
And fear it strikes like a silver blade
Severing the ties that held her sane
Beneath these layers of dead leaves
Her broken heart found a grave in the dirt
With the light of passion all but gone
As the scars gather in thousands
She raises her guard
And swears - never again
With the tears of hope all but gone
Her heart crumbles by weight
She raises her hand
And swears - never again
With her knees to the earth
Her face in the mud
She cries out loud
And breathes - yet again
PART 4: Still Feeding the Void
A sylvan queen of ageless beauty
Her lifeforce withered with the garden
With a tired heart that still hungers
And somehow never satisfied
Through years of loneliness her gaze always searched
Her youthful innocence gone
With a longing to once again feel the joys of yore
Moonlight pleasures, morning pains
Her mind stall clawing for that life and love
Nothing will ever stop her bitter heart
From falling to pieces
In waves of lustful greed her demons all used (and gone)
Her victims swallowed eagerly
But nothing stops the bleeding heart of want
Which lust for more and more
Rosegarden, Rosegarden
Oh, in her Rosegarden
Where once thorns grew long and sharp
In the Rosegarden
Her Rosegarden
Melancholy Filling in the blanks
- 14 years, 9 months, 8 days ago
