• fetile soil
    enriched by my flesh
    given birth to a bush of roses
    that grows upward
    around my tomb stone
    the bush soon turns to thorns and leaves
    growing one more rose
    the last rose
    that will last forever
    hard as stone
    with the shine of a diamond
    and the smell
    the smell of blood and necktor
    the smell of an evil soul
    given sweet sweet release.

    the last thing i leave behind.......