Delight

The scent of roses
Embraces me
And the Thorn Bird is singing
United in suffering
Blood trickles from my wounds
The stigma of my greed
The artificial rose never dies
But I'm ravished by the wild rose
It smells most beautiful
When it's dying
My private Heaven
My private Lake of Tears
My private Temple
Of Crystal Ice
At the Edge Of Sanity
I've built the Castle Of Sand