Roses

Remember to bring these
roses when you come visit
the stone where my angels
and demons finally meet.

Lay the flowers upon
my name and the dark years
that are finally over,
as there will come a beautiful dawn.

The ache in my chest
that I prayed to end every night
has finally stopped hurting
for this peaceful rest.

When the man dressed in black
says, "she was sick, she fought,
but life isn't meant for everyone,"
remember that I'm not dead.

When the woman in a black gown
sobs and shivers, she is my mother,
please hold her tight for me and
do not make a sound.

Look at these roses, vivid and red,
bring them to me when I am asleep,
one for us, one for the ending pain,
one for my glorious days ahead.