Black Roses
Nightmares translate into stares, a sudden glimpse into the reality that love became a fatality..
A drug that took me above and beyond the feelings that one four letter word could spawn..
Timeless questions answered by sessions with the moon where the truth was forcefed to me..
No silver spoon..
From the start I was doomed...
Consumed...
By tragedy of a moment that magically dissapeared, abandoning me only leaving fear...
Tears..
Nothing but the stars to hear my cries and pleas which in a world so manipulative could only be dreams...
A false sense of happiness at my request was delivered then redeemed, so it seems Cupid himself was so eager to retrieve...
His arrow..
Which narrow- ly...
Grazed the side of my heart giving it a temporary jump start then bleeding out leaving the remains in the dark..
Broke into parts...
Pieces...
Demons...
Haunt me on late nights when wine filled glasses are my only companion and even those short lived mood stabilizers are abandoned...
But I'm still standing..
Historically as the first moon landing.. Now I'm only demanding some type of peace whatever it be...
I only ask for one night of sleep..
But even the simplest wish is not so easy to complete...
When love is the cause and the Grim Reaper, hand full of Black Roses, creeps.
2018-10-09 06:14:41
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