Just Accept the Misery

_{Time and space move 'round our heads
Cutting up these roses red
Do fallen petals, left and torn -
Feel much worse than sharpened thorns?}

Hear the chords strike twelve again
Here I am alone again

_{Dust and feathers fill my heart -
Such beauty when we fall apart
Of master keys and hidden clocks
There's only one that ticks the tock.}

Yet now I sit, a tattered bomb
Who's count has long reached bitter calm