Bury Tomorrow II

Please bury all roses,

      Spores writhing amongst worms and bones without recompense, Born of a ghostly labyrinth designed by rogue architect's poisoning deceptions preying on our day by night living nightmarish dream like existence is frozen in possession of: the unending curfew of our insecurities!

In lieu of dying, 
To end the thorns, 
Torment piercing our nights,
Days are lost without the shelter of armour,
No one any longer wears,
Hope is but a plague,
Blind to our eyes!