it grows now in the darkness
like a flower
like a rose
of the most deviant mind
frozen in the fractured moment

then she spoke fatal words
with the tantalizing scent of her perfumed track
it slowly grinds down the mind
one thick syllable of regret at a time
if i had only
if she had only
its deliberate
as is her silence

i know it in my bones
i can feel it eating
can feel each bite of the forbidden fruit
each derisive sigh while chewing slowly
each mocking shift of eye
each small sound effect of pieces cast off hitting the floor
like heads of executed maidens who dared
be near such a true goddess
can feel it eating from inside my veins
open them up and let the unnatural beast out
open them up and let me out

slow my fast fast thoughts
they have grown in the dark garden of the spun mind
like a tree of flowers
like a forest of roses
of the most deviant soul
frozen in the fractured moment
she leans her gaze over the top of her glasses
and smiles at me with her eyes
as she moves her hand across the busy rooms table
to touch my arm with her fingertips for a fleeting second
that touch sets me on fire

but its so wrong
in every sense
i keep the cold pie
in my vein
like a rose
of the most deviant mind
frozen in the fractured moment
to the world it flys by
but in here it floats slow and soft
like a knife slipping in and out of my tender
like a knife finding its home in my tender

i want her
i want a spike full of noise
i want a rose of a deviant mind
frozen in the fractured moment

lingering lingering
a short quick sharp pain
and its eating time
its consuming time
as it erodes the planting process of the thoughts
and stands above me shouting ever so loud
ever so dark
deceiving me with its silent deadly poisons
deceiving me with its soft hand pulling on my tight spots
the cold cream pie tastes deep and wide
full and rich
choking me
like a rose of the most deviant mind
frozen in the fractured moment