A Black Rose

Peeling away crimsons petals upon this black made rose Given unto myself long ago, amid a bouquet of thorns A cold and bitter day within, the winter of my tilling youth.... Tears like blood dripping from cancerous roots Its prevalent poisoned stem attached unto My weeping Spirit ~ Crawling through the carnage of this carnal flesh.... Botanical biological bulimia, winding its way alongst The metaphoric paths; these thickets wherein it thrives Resolute arrangements, from the beginning of soiled time Time, peeling away paragons petals laced in carmine.... ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, ....“A Black Rose” ~