malubotelho

Inner debate

Dark red rose of sorrow,
You washed my heart with your soft velvet liquid pain.
My heart wants to care for you,
Your thorns trespass my flesh
telling me to find another way.
I insist and dive into your secretive
silk labyrinth, smelling the bitter
sensation of your pleasurable affair.
Why cavernous rose, why open your petals flourishing your poison inside the chambers of my mind?
Why instilling doubts on my restful soul, robing energy to create love lies, bleeding dense uncertainty as to overpower my dormant desire of truth. Me and you now, inseparable
venom. We can bleed together till one of us win the battle and dances on top of the dead remnants of the other.
Only then we can rest in the arms of our mother peace.