Pink Flowers and Black Roses

I'm standing in a field
of pink flowers
There's a clear blue sky
above me
The air smells sweet
and lovely
I sit on the green grass
and try to paint a picture
I'm relaxed.
I'm happy.

I pick up my paintbrush,
Take a deep breath,
And I CHOKE!

Thunder strikes.
Grey clouds fill the sky.
The air smells black.
The ground feels dirty.

No more pink flowers.
Just black roses.
No more light.
The darkness is here.
It's here to take my soul.
It's here to . . .
To drown me!
Under a sea of black roses.