black sleeves
red arms
black heart
broken charms
blood flows
angry as the deceased
love coats the blood
like syrup
pain hits
like flies in a fly trap
is it wrong to bleed tears
is it wrong to murder hope
if all you are is wrong
then those black sleeves
should be shown off
like the American flag
whoever you are
evil twisted thoughts
are welcome here
inside this black heart
a soul just shattered
dripping fatal agony
into the waiting arms
i held for a millennium
torturing the final pieces of my mind
turned the raging hurricane
into
a
silent
black
hole
YOU ARE READING
Darkness of the Rose
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and short stories for humans that cannot face cruel reality. I hope that someday all reality can be faced like the fantasy we read for our souls. The beginning speaks out for women who have put themselves in a prison th...
