Crushing Roses

A handful of red, seeping through my fingers,
I hear silence as it drops to the floor.
A perfume of poison lingers in the air,
Where I stand darkness has embraced me.

I see my life before me,
Like a 1920's film where it flickers in front of my face.
There in the black you stand,
With a black dress & your face so white.

I cut the reels & break through the memories,
To catch you as you fade away.
I grab your hand, & you grab mine,
But you melt away like allways.

So I'm just standing hear,
A lump of red flesh in my hands.
Where black surrounds me & you're sinking away.
I look down to see,
That I'm just crushing roses.