Now
You are the crimson

The blade
That enters my capillaries

The hand
By which I meet fate again

Yes, this is you

The most beautiful thorn
Upon the wilting rose

My sanity
Faded so long ago

But now I know
The truth of it all

As I’ve gone insane
I now know
that I understand everything

The butterflies
That cause hurricanes

And the foolishness
Of my own two eyes

You are lucky
I've decided something

That revenge
is not my course

That the hatred I've felt
has not poisoned your blood too

Preciado.
you are pitiful.

And one day
your stain will leave the earth

A stain
that I can only pity

For you
will not know real love

Only admiration
given by fools

Sometimes sadness feels
like your home

like laying down after work
and feeling your muscles fail

laying face down on the floor
dog hair and all

a familiar sadness
a tired sadness

like just giving up
because what's the point

Why try?

when your efforts
were all in vain

when it's given for a moment
but ripped away the next

I'm done with this painful dance
I'm done being a puppet

a puppet bleeding in the wind
an exhausted and torn rag

that's always been there to shelter
and dry you off

at least I tell myself
that I'm done

it's like a prisoner
saying they're a free man

I just hope
the guards take pity

Peroxide on the wound
bubbling blood on my nails

Burning tears and hands
scouring ravaged tapestry

Fight it
fight it they all say

Fight what
fight what other than me?

Fight your chlorine
seeping into my lungs

Setting fire to my throat
as I puke blood

Help me
help me I scream

Someone please
someone please save me

Otherwise please
leave me to die here

Leave me to wither
a **** among roses

I've felt
the warmth of winter

Her crown that rests
between my guitar strings

And there was Autumn, too
with her cinnamon hair

Her scent of pumpkin
that blanketed anyone near

If two arsonists
start the same fire

are they not both criminals?

Warm whiskey
rye and golden daffodils, too

The odd Autumn cicada
chirps sleepily

Thistles and brambles
protect a gurgling stream

And by dusk
the sun will burn it all

And it will regrow
as the sun rises again

May we watch it darling?
the echoes of summer?

The rain that comes
with this lingering cloud

yes, it makes us shiver
but it's better than constant sun

But you want sun forever?
I won't stop you.

But if you start to wilt
do not come to me

My moss may not
be hibiscus or lily

But it is strong
I know it won't starve

This is your choice
I wish you luck