Garden of my own...

Deep inside my soul I have a garden of my own….
It lays there alone with its black rakes…..
Its covered by the scent of roses which grow all around it
The door is open, why doesn’t anyone want to come in?
Inside it the marble floor lays untouched.
Covered by dust and shining in agony…
Opening the door an angel awaits with her open arms
In the floor lays my lifeless body covered by dry blood
At my side there’s a key, a key no one ever took….
A bottle of wine lays untouched at the angels feet
Which awaited for a grateful feast

Now crawling my blood walks through the marble
It cuts the dust like a knife and slides between
The mist like my face cuts the wind…..
The key shine……. with my blood…..she embraces it….
Caresses it….runs through every curve….
Out now it lays there again…lifeless….meaningless…..careless

Now I’m alone…as I have ever been….laying within my
garden of dying roses….lying at the angels feet…
Resting my head on the cold but firm marble….
With my eyes wide open staring at the sky….
My mouth open from my last scream…
Now as my blood reaches the fountain
and as my last breath goes out by my lips…..
I stare in agony to the sky…..and think how wonderful it would have been

If someone had ever taken that key.....