flowers for your birthday

[Dahstin]

On a hard wood bench she lies
anonymously a soft voice cackles in reply
like screeching nightingales that haunt the endless corners of your mind
as an old brass clock keeps time
her will is devoured, tortured, and tried
as a family is torn
her head accepts defeat with one last sigh
the sigh of a lifetime

as rain does pour
and as birds must fly
flowers begin to bloom
as this one slowly dies

the beauty beheld in the lack of fate
an omniscient red bleeds inside
an unacceptable chain of hope
an arpeggio of red and blue
dreadful solutions to the problem at hand
in the most horrific manner
untold stories never to be known
in nothing more than a few walls that make a home

as beige does speckle
and as children must cope
flowers now lay on the grave
of this one who choked


so what do you think?

[Dahstin]

i guess no one likes my song?

[Alex Djaferis]

i think its pretty good. A bit wierd, but its good....would work nicer as a poem/