The Haunting Poem by Lesa MRK

In the back of my mind,
I continue to see the ruins,
While the night music refrains,
That haunting melody.

My tears are poison,
Within a secret garden,
Dropping on the stone roses,
Adding poison to the sacred well.

A man has fallen from grace,
As skeletons run from the closet,
Their bleeding fingertips,
Dripping on the silk flowers.

In an all white room,
Lies the flower that shattered the stone,
And you have the courage to ask,
'Are the flowers blooming? '

And I turn, dressed in black,
Only to look at you and say,
'Surprise! You're dead! '