Suicide Road

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.