There’s a bloodied rose

Lying naked and broken

Somewhere in this pool of pain –

Self created by things unspoken,

As indefinite, bitter denial

Drowns me in my own tears;

Unable to harness the crimson streams,

Welcome escape banishes my fears –

Darkness obscuring my satanic visions

And the evil lusts that my violence loves;

My bleeding thorns discolor the resolution

To turn to life and build again hopes;

And my bruised petals, in their silence,

Create a screaming grief that cannot be healed.

The torture of my dreams disappears in violence

As, grinding my thorns into my soft tissues,

My wounds are slashed deeper

And I

Miss you.