The Decay Of Us

I struggle to fall asleep, wishing I could just faint into a nightmare
But her eyes are engraved into my skull, like an hourglass fighting the sands of time
Whenever I attempt to close my eyes and wander into unconsciousness, all I hear is her elegant laughter
It plays like an echo sealed between my ears, getting louder each second
My ears begin to bleed, but it was not blood that was spilling out
They were tears of agony and despair, reminding my fractured soul of what could have been
I try to switch tracks, but they all lead back to the same station with no escape in sight
After countless detours, it seemed as if my mind had finally reached its destination
I searched for solace in familiar beauty and found just that, roses
Roses had my heart since the moment my eyes glanced upon them as a child
I tried to calm my nerves by illustrating how beautifully its petals would unfold, and for a moment, I succeeded
Until my mind took a turn for the worse, as if a parasite I never knew resided within had taken hold
The roses were still present, but their presentation began to shift
They began to die, petals curling inward, rotting brown, like the thoughts in my mind decomposing
Panic sprawled through my mind, and shivers raced through my already broken body, but that's when the epiphany struck
I realized these roses were intertwined with myself, a mirror of my soul reflecting my own demise
I was the roses, and the roses were me, both blossoming and fading, rotting as one
And in our decay, I saw beauty still, not in what was, nor what could have been, but in what was never meant to be