Lyric Furious Rose

"it s not really poetry but it s pretty," he said.
as he raises his voice, she lowers her head.
"it make my heart heavy, you re lonely, i think.
oh rose, your re sad i suppose."

"Look in her bed and she s bound to be sleeping.
she s lying there dead - no, she s breathing."

furious rose, with your opiate eyes.
your languorous hum, that tone of surprise.
i ve heard energy in adversity.
your smile: the soul of witchery.
you re not running away,
you re not running - are you?

lyrically longing, she s tearing the words from the page.
she s fearfully seething.
"bring me your blessings, a prayer, or a new pen.
- you don t know what i need."

"look in my bed and i m bound to be sleeping,
i m lying there dead, but i m breathing.

and i m barely balancing as it is,
and i don t want to drown in my dreams.
bring me wild plums and agrimony
- i bet you don t even no what that means."

furious rose, with your opiate eyes.
and your languorous hum, that tone of surprise.
i ve heard the energy in adversity.
your smile: the soul of witchery.
you re not running away,
youre not running - are you?

gingerly peering, over his shoulder, removed herself from the room.
she s terribly freezing, she always knows when to go.