I am reckless without a rose,
For a rose keeps me bare
Is my poetry a trigger warning for some?
Well it should be...for I am a reckless rose
Brilliantly aging without cost
And my blood hangs on the chandelier
And the stars float out of my mouth
And the sky captures my essence
For I am not a well woman,
Do the stars not float for my death?
For death is an inconspicuous thing
My body is bare, and I have no hair
Let us float together in this death...
Oh the depths of my soul
Breathes the very beginning of life
I genuinely want the best for my spirit
For the best of my spirit rages wholeheartedly
Oh carry my soul to its highest
Beware of the faulting of the dance I bring,
For I bring a rose to every party
Alas, the lovers fail
Stealing hearts from other souls
Just to live...
But I lay on suicide road
Waiting on someone to run me over;
And all the lilies dance and sing
To the presence of my death,
Let me die upon a prayer...
Will you dance upon my grave?
I will suffer the same fate as charm school,
Yet my charm is undefeated
Oh who is that fickle pickle of a man,
the man who tries to hand me a rose?
For my roses are genuine, can\'t you see?
The early signs of death are near
For I am pretty in my dress, upon this dead body
For dead bodies are cool
When they\'re glamorous--
For I love to play dead;
And all the fierce monkeys swinging on a tree,
Let my brain deteriorate from disillusion
For I don\'t want to be a monkey...I want to be dead
For poetry is dead in my horizon--
Shall I compare thee to a bloody day?
My heart falls and there is no love
Will a man love me before I crack?
A puddle of blood turns to stone
My tulips are pretty
My roses are fierce
And loosely I am a slut--
Oh burning slut, where is the fire?
Down suicide road we go.