The Disappearance Of Roses

Look hard at she-
Looks back at me-
But not into my eyes, above my head.
Strange that I wouldn't hesitate to die,
Killing myself with my fury.
Consuming light-
I'm blind with fright-
But oh, how I'd long to drown in my fury.
But I see time dragging you down.
Pushing me, pulling me.
But I see time dragging you down.
Look at the frown-
A coloured crown-
For the red- gold prince shimmers slowly.
How odd that now, he could bow seeing such a tragedy.
But oh, how I long to drown in my fury.
But I see time, dragging you down
Pushing me, pulling me.
But I see time dragging you down. (Repeats)
If time and space is the consequence,
I find myself lacking and hard pressed
To ever watch myself staring back at me
Or to ever hope for any inherent longevity.
I can't look.
The mirrors lie.
The mirrors always lie.
But I still see time.