I am wombat. Hear me roar. (very quitely)

This is soemthing I wrote using one of the oldest piece of imagry in existance, Roses are God's gift to people wanting to write about the bitter sweat nature of love:

Roses

When you only whispered
What you used to scream
Shouts of love from the rooftop
Turned in to a blazing row

I just wished for honesty
In a war without words

Now I've seen the thorns
I can resist the roses

Faith is just baseless belief
Well, I had faith in you
You lip-serviced 'til the end
Respect is a funny thing

How black is you humour?
The comedy just gets better

Now I've seen the thorns
I can resist the roses

I's all the healing process
Nothing ventured gains what?
All around debris from the fall
White flowers burning

Leaves just black thorns
What went through your head?

Now I've seen the thorns
I can resist the roses

Can't help but feel used
Trust so very exploited
I used to think I mattered
White flowers burning

Leaves just black thorns
Can you feel how cold it is?

Now I've seen the thorns
I can resist the roses

As preformed by Kult of the Dead RockStar www.dead-rockstar.co.uk
(c) S.Bentley
I'm open to responses/ reactions/ insults.

but.. I thought I was Wombat.

lovley poem though. with luck- somone will kill you and I can pretend that I wrote it.

I really Like it, especially because I read it out loud while watching the depressing Hollyoaks as dan has just died ( )
It makes it mean more or something like that.

Nice to know I had someone to be me, whilst I was gone.

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Heres another thing I wrote;

The Sleeping girl
Box of pills from the sandman's bag
Made a deal with Morpheus
To sleep your life away
Dream brings more than sleep

Counting grains of sand
It's never just a dream
When you want to sleep
Till the mornings stop

There's never a silent night
There's never peace on earth
Why would anyone choose
To live outside their head?

Hoping it'll be different
If you ever have to wake
You're trying to sleep
Until it's all been undone

Dream, Death's brother
Gives nothing to you
Like recovery from sickness
Sleeping your life away

(c) S. Bentley 2004.
As occasionaly worked on in practices by Kult of the Dead RockStar (If only i could write a chorus).

Some things i write go here; http://www.eliteskills.com/u/tranquil_demon