my rose,
the one i keep close
the one who warms my heart
when i’m sick, cold!
my lust,
do not leave my side
be my only reason
to live, to die!

my pain,
i’m going senile
point me with your thorns
make me bleed, cry!
whatever you’d like
let me sleep in your leaves
breathless, tired!

my madness,
let me taste your smell
i want to know how it feels
your paradise, hell!
And if you,
ever choose to go
leave a petal behind
i’ll plant it on my grave
sign of my curse, my denial!


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s