Without A Care

The red roses wither away

They decide to come back another day

Another day when there is no more suffering

Another day when there is no more coveting

Sometimes things don't turn out the way they seem

I've been scattered into my dreams

The ground beneath me stained with my blood saturates

And my eyes begin to dilate

The white birds fly over me

They are going to the sea

I wonder if they'll ever reach their destination

I wave them my goodbye salutation

One of them descends down to me

I say "white bird just let me be"

The bird looks with a remorseful stare

And I lay dying without a care

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