Roses

A man dies...

As the death of me
Inevitably creeps
The eyes of me
Are filled in gray
Unable to see the vibrant reds
Of the table roses
Now fallen to the floor

The hands of me
Grow weak and tremble
With the thought of never again
Feeling the silky blooms
Of the table roses
Now fallen to the floor

The legs of me
Recoil in terror
Knowing the truth
Before the brain of me
Could put it together
Never again shall I walk
Through the garden
The home
Of the table roses
Now fallen to the floor

The heart of me
Slowly wanes
Sapping the strength of me
Leaving me helplessly lying
On the broken glass
The vase
Of the table roses
Now fallen to the floor

The eyes of me
Close for the final time
As the me of me
Stares down on
The body of me

The world of the body
Is gone
And the world of me
Is red
As red as roses