Roses In Death

Caught in a cradle
Capricorn the tropic
My tears- the new topic
Faded hands hold their locket
Their forever my be long gone
But a presence remains in their wrinkled heart.
I admire them
But I can't for-see myself
Fading into their position
For time falls and time swings
Time is a thief
For it steals and steals
Like you
You who lies, who cheats and dies.
Though still in hell...
we are Roses In Death

One could burn the world
And someone would cry for them
It would be I to cry, cry for you.
And in those flames and
Toxic smogs I would run frantically
Searching for your hands
To hold my heart... again