Black Rose

I continue to find myself in a pensive state of mind. Giving time more time. Even worse, i'm wasting time thinking of the time I've wasted. Letting thoughts untwine reminessing of the passions tasted. Here I stand a man with no set destination. No guides no plan , no helping hand. Just heroes for who I show admiration. Just another try to ignite the spark, to set the blaze so I can with stand the fire. Just another chance to form iron from this ire. All these thoughts that have been written down left unread. So hard to forget the words never spoken. How easy it is to admire the lies that are so token. How delightful it is that hearts gravitate towards another when broken. These forms and ideas together they untwine. How each dark thought sprouts in the night. How the black rose blooms in the lack of light.