Closer To the Light

With this stolen rose, all time stands still Forgotten exactly what it feels like, to feel. Bleeding within, no sense in bandages. No need to suture, or stitch. Enclosed within It’s on fire, thinking about what caused this. It’s sweet, but too tired to taste, pushed aside. Given the heart to it, given the soul. Takes without hesitation, takes without thought. Consequences take hold, and kill this rose. Dying inside the rose cry’s for help. No help for the rose, no help for the heart. No help for those who ask it…