Black Roses By Jeff “Jazzman” Avery © Jazz and Sons Publishing You see it seems as if my whole life has been spent trying to please others. Tossed between two demons called rage and anger, I am the topic of conversation by hypocrites, backstabbers and 2-faced enemies claiming 2 be friends! My dreams and my daydreams have been turned into nightmares, by associations with ungrateful, unforgiving disrespectful human like spawns of Satan himself! The sadness of life and death, the haunting presents of both are continually with me, with no shoulder to lean on I remain strong, but blood stained pillows are all that’s left after tracing the tracks of my tears. I now understand the meanings of “ Love is a dangerous game” and “Love don’t live here anymore”! When I look in the mirror I see ghost, I see the ghost of my past lives, past loves and all the lies. The reflection that looks back at me I don’t even recognize the eyes! I guess love has taken its toll on me!