VioletsRaping the violets my eyes they bled,
Pain deep within a flowery bed.
Story books told of how it should go,
Of all the things one ought to know,
It comes and goes just as quickly, Don't fret.
Fleeting like the spider's net
Hope and sorrow live together,
Blooming in all kinds of weather.
Women sporting false white veils,
Painting blood under the fingernails.
They came and had their time.
Long before and long after mine.
Violets they were once but no longer,
But not a rosy soul bothered to ponder.
Daffodils weak and yellow.
Sad unable to woo their fellow,
Roses cold, plain and harsh,
All the weeds drowned in the marsh.
Daffodils remain untouched.
And all the roses cost too much.
Weeds are a pain to pull,
But a darling violet, easy to fool.
Shy blue faces, a little rain.
Doesn't take much to carry pain.
Willingly blossom for the asking,
Our captors in the sun, basking.
Raped violets no longer wanted,
Empty husks, lonely, haunted.
Forced to give more, but it's
FatherDo not mourn for me father,
I am far better off.
Laying in the grave alone,
Where the hands of the living cannot reach.
Forgive me father,
I do not know what I did.
But I am far better off,
Six feet under, sealed in a vault.
Where not a soul may grab your precious daughter.
Do not cry father,
I am no longer in the garden of Gethsemane.
I have been embalmed,
I am forever free from blame.
Sleep peacefully tonight father,
Your girl will always be close by.
Beneathe a bed of roses,
The body lies,
Though I am not inside.
Live on without me father,
I really will not mind.
Do not cease to live your life,
Simpy because I have ended mine.