For You

    For you I shaved off my thorns,

Rent

    from my skin.

    Stripped away my desires,

Renounced

    my perceived sin.

    Over my heart's fires,

Poured

    icy waters.

    Sunk into dark,

Breathed

    your stinging feathers.

    Suffocated in smog,

Struggled,

    ALL. FOR. YOU.

                   

                                           

                                                Suffered in vain?

    For me, I ripped out my beating heart,

Bled

    warm, crimson blood dripping from my hands.

    Mourned my solitude,

Choked

    on fleeting sands.

    I could not glue back my thorns,

Lost

    my shadow self.

    And yet...

Found

    Warm sunlight stored in a bottle on the shelf.

    A spark from something I once was,

Snipping

    the strings that bound me came so easy.

    I no longer know if I am a rose with thorns,

Creeping

    along, looking for me.

    Did I ever have any?

                                                But now, I am free.