Vampire Rose Keeper of the Wind
Vampire rose keeper
of the wind her
black tongue
weather fair like
the moon's skin.
Lips wired to doors.
Winter cup sold for
the lonely door.
Tears a reminder
for the pain.
Cast your stone
and breathe in vain.
Destruction the bee's
spring scent.
Age of desire the
lustful one bent
for sin and flame
alone in a dirty
vase.
Eye's decay
vision.
A disease on the skin.
Life is blind to
see another born
soul resting with eternal
wind's sky secrets
sold.
Afraid to die.
A coffee morning glass sad.
Butterfly wing half empty,
wide awake.
A kiss from the cat
and needles sand
the air.
Orange and apple
skulls fake like the
hair from Elvis and
Dylan.
Doll your mind and
the rose is heaven.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
