Caskets Of Gold...

This was a rose on top of the mortician's architecture-a grave,Portraying pure and divine beauty to hide the beast inside,
With all thorns thrashed and pruned down, the rose doesn't prick.
A masterpiece of its kind and size was a force to recognize,
In perfect hypnosis this eye caught the hype to acquire this type of rose,
It didn't dawn that each grave-rose is under a ghost for protection,
Taking this rose was an equal to hosting the hounds hovering unnoticed,
The imperfect harmonies of those in golden caskets got my feet to dancing

Into a world of pleasure this soul was ushered,
With an idea of singing for the moment to forget the coming hour,
Neglecting the truths in breathing and the heart beating are essentials for living,
Breathless moments and hearts that skipped beats were cravings of the day,
These invited beasts burst through the innocence of mind to leave it a perverted ground,
So much that this rod was led to explore hills and valleys within sight,
Throwing aside upright morals to live for the day and not tomorrow's satisfaction,
For a second, this caskets of gold tempted me to lay in

In the end there was a portrait of a tortured you and I,
A portrait painted in Michelangelo's tears, it was so clear,
An attempt to walk on burned and broken bridges, a struggle to live,
In deep regret of paying attention to the anthems of these dying days,
And letting the site of this golden casket blur the sight of my life,
I now face the ghosts that protected this rose on this grave,
Yes, i face this faceless enemy beneath this soil as I lay to waste,
After a thousand times of tempting fate, finally I rest in the city of Angels

(c) 2014 Anduvate Ray Solomon