Shadows eat these roses,
I watch them blacken, crumble, crash.
Petals falling as they wither,
each one quickly turns to ash.
But each one was a part of me,
now the wind carries them away.
Creating that sharp whisper,
words so hard to hear you say.
There’s pressure ripping at my chest
I always felt because you knew.
And tears cut like glass
because all of it is true.
Now the softest petals cut like blades
and all beauty can be torn.
Every love rots out so ugly
and every rose has its thorn.
And soon that’s all we’ll have,
A thorn that’s never cut so deep.
I’ll cover wounds up with infection,
but at least you wont see me weak.
And you wont see my blood
as it drips from my veins dark blue.
As it runs through stems like poison,
the same way it ran through you.
The same way it runs through me
until old toxins seep from my skin.
While this flower wilts and dies
beneath this dirt it roots live in. |
Submission Name: Soiled Flower
seems like it'd be fun.