The Darkest of Roses.
By Exodus
Hear it break inside
Slowly drowning in the dark
For a while
This dream
Slowed the bleeding
But time will always come back
And do this to me again
Just take it already
Don’t leave me here
Alone without the fear
Consumed by your shadows
Enveloped by your breath
Lost in all the meaning
Of a vast love under kept
Waiting by the moonlight
Under silver and glass
Shattered pieces of sunlight
Reflects the bloody mess
That I am.
Hesitant to speak to you
Afraid of what might come first
The bullet or the bleeding
Might you be so unpredictable?
That I am your lady of mystery?
The black balloons
Pull far above
The jagged skyline
Dotting the blood ridden sky
A mess of ink
And we fell under
The stars and bees
Just under you
I am your lady mystery
A slave to your sharp
Words
Of excruciating pain
Straight down the heart of mine
For awhile I thought
I had lost
The right to remain
Completely
In poisoned by you
I fell as the black rose
Down into your never-ending abyss.
Comments on "The Darkest of Roses."
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On Monday, December 28, 2009, Dilated View
(582) wrote:
" Hesitant to speak to you Afraid of what might come first The bullet or the bleeding Might you be so unpredictable?" Grabbed me the most as thoughts I've felt often. Very interesting imagery throughout.
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On Thursday, September 22, 2005, Sin
(1135) wrote:
~Afraid of what might come first The bullet or the bleeding~ ive read this a couple of times and that line just keeps repeating in my head...this was so tragically beautiful ~kristy
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A former member wrote:
i really love this. the whole flow of the poem and the great use of imagery. ur title really gets my attention.
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A former member wrote:
"I fell as the black rose.. Down into your never-ending abyss." Could poetry get any better than this? Pure talent. ~Wish Upon A Star
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A former member wrote:
agree, I like this poem! It Feels Death!
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On Monday, January 12, 2004, Mistress Shadow
(249) wrote:
This is amazing, your images are breathe taking. Great read! ~T~
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On Monday, January 12, 2004, stormtalk
(727) wrote:
The words of this poem I think you've said before... but the images are particularly beautiful. Silver and glass, the black rose in the abysss, the stars and bees, the blood-ridden sky... very good stuff.
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A former member wrote:
Great work, I liked the part about time will always come back and do this to me again. -TheKid of Corruption-