my heart lifted
\nhands plunged
\ndepths of my
\nsoul exposed<\/p>\n
oh sun beat
\ndownward hell
\nburning brain is
\nmelting red<\/p>\n
my dying rose
\nyou wither away
\nmy dying rose
\nI wish I were gay
\nmy dying rose
\nyour thorns how they say
\naway, away, away<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
my heart lifted hands plunged depths of my soul exposed oh sun beat downward hell burning brain is melting red my dying rose you wither away my dying rose I wish I were gay my dying rose your thorns how they say away, away, away<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":32,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n