Rose Grows Red - Argyle Goolsby

Bled and dead, a rose grows red

Fed soil tainted by strife

Long and lush, this verdant bush

Will press its' course of life

Underneath the black, packed soil

A scream begs to arise

Silenced by the summer up above

She’s forced to hide

But lo!

It’s only time that keeps her spirit chained

Entwined and blind by roots that bind deep in her blue remains

The rainy season soon will send its gift, and wet the ground

And this town will know what sadly grows neath' this tainted mound

Bloom in gloom outside a window to a bedded room

Brush and thrust the boughs of my distress.

The witness moon

Crimson buds fed by the blood scratch softly on the pane

I distract the dreamers there

In fact I scream their name

But lo!

These summer nights will cipher out my code

When the waking ones rise, rub their eyes from ill repose

Subliminal- the criminal act settles in their brain

And they will dig to see their vision beget my remains

As I whisper gently, and we both go crazy, strike the root up from the soil

Relocate the annoyance

Snag my wrist…

It leads the way…

I’m found

Bled and dead a rose grows red

Bled and dead her rose grows red