she licked the blood from her fingertips
that the thorns of the rose had pricked
blossoming and running on her skin
to be taken by her gentle tongue
it was deep and red and spellbinding
and tasted of bitter disappointment
of ideas bordering on emotions
and urges hidden away deeply
it crept down her skin smoothly
quietly revealing what its taste held
but only to those who dare to listen
and the rose held in her other hand
wilted softly and fell to the ground
for it could hear every single story
idea and emotion that the red held
and it was far too much to know
for one simple black rose to handle

Rip my heart out, throw it to the ground
Swear to never let it make another sound
Forever forget the way things used to be
During that season when you loved me
I left it to lay there, quivering and cold
Never allowing to let another to hold
And walked away with a hole in my chest
Knowing it would be safe for once at rest

Spread, soar, open up your mind
Let it flow with the rhythm
Have it let go of all cynicism
Resist getting blinded by mysticism
For we're only here for a time
So don't give into criticism
Radiate good vibes like a light prism
And always listen for life's lyricism
For though we are here for a time
We never know how long that time will be

Crisscross scars decorate your face
Telling of long gone difficult times
That you'd rather not speak of
For though the jagged scars
Have long healed over and scabbed
The memories are still as fresh
As when they were first delt

Softly glowing reflections
Of things here once past
Thoughts gathered in collections
But now even they don't last
Bound together like powder
Til they are nothing but dust
Falling apart more each hour
Like what I once called trust

Words left unsaid
Feelings unexpressed
Held back for a time
Not right for the moment
Until they mean nothing
Yet they still linger on
In the back of my mind
Still wanting to be said
But they are now useless
...never mind, just forget

Sharp and stabbing come the emotions in waves
Each one crashing over the next, intermingling
Each one desperately trying to overpower the next
Until they are all twisted up and conjoined together
Wrestling and shoving and surging and racing
Through my mind and my heart until I cannot see
Until I cannot breath or hear and know or guess
And all I feel are the hot tears burning down my face