Like a decaying Rose
Our lives, Black
The sky at night
With the glow of human creation
Effortlessly reflected in it's infinity
Insignificant Love, Lust, Life
Passes us by in our time
The creation not of GOD
But of man
We are only what we make ourselves to be
And all feelings, emotions, achievements
Matter not
We are the Decaying Rose that is
Existence.