A Bed of Roses
A bed of roses is what I lay in,Crawling with deceit, decay, and sin.
My world is perfect, hidden from all eyes.
Inside, only I see where the shadows reside.
Wonderful thoughts flow inside my brain,
Aah! Such exquisite pain!
Happiness, joy, and contentment are my friends,
In my pretend world of memories, where the past is my beginning, middle, and end.
In this place I reside with false smiling faces;
They don't realize that it's a charade where we all have our places.
Don't turn around, for the truth might just shine through,
Then what are we to do?
6-3-03
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