Rose trimmed daisyLife has been depressing lately,My mind travels to dark places;My black heart bore a hole and empty,As I see familiar faces.What more could you want, you ingrate!What more do you need?I replied "freedom, infinite.And love that could feed."No more life as a rose trimmed daisy,Cease all my sufferings for me.Isn't it plain ludicrous a play?To expect what is not in me?What more could you want, my beloved?What more could you need?You screamed " my dreams you shall inherit!No room for you plead."In that case inherit your dreams I shall,If it will bring you peace.Until all that's left is an empty shell,My soul a demon's feast.I am nothing but a sad creature,That is devoid of all identity,Though in a garden I may feature,A rose trimmed daisy still, infinitely.