The Dead Stem by Jaymee Starblood (my facebook name)

From the roses that I cut
To the stem I create
I reflect my desire
For the world that I hate
I issue in series
On the petals that fall
The boredom I feel
In spite of it all

The flowers, now dead
Lay still on the stream
As I sail down a river
In search of my dreams
Echoes are sparring
The darkness tells me
o Your dreams will be lost
Once you reach the seao

I hear it and shudder
To find I turn black
I paint on my face
And lay on my back
My dreams, now asleep
Lay still on this raft
As I sail down a river
To a life I can craft