Lucifer's Rosary...
Roszhelia loved the blackened rose
despite its veil of thorns....
No one else but her knows
the burden of such scorns
yet with such at wake
she knew his kindred soul
and how for her sake...
he would give his whole
She.....
Cherished her friend
even as the butterflies fade...
until the very end
where promises were laid
to be silently broken
their meaningful token
She looked out window as if in despair
she brushed through the fringes
of her pallid gold hair....
she sighed in silence
she strayed from guidance...
she closed her eyes
to feel the night..
she saw through their lies...
its devious light
she felt something s
I live in a
blind routine,
dancing to a beat
I don’t even see;
I’m pirouetting
through a
grey dream.
dizzily
I cling to the
notions of
our midnight rendezvouses
and butterfly kisses,
I want to be alive
again—
these delicate
strings that grace
my wrists
might
as well be my
noose.
I feel your
calloused fingers
dance along
my spine,
your words soak
through the fog
that bleeds
through
my skull.
I want you to
shatter me.
break me down
until I’m
nothing more than
piano keys and
star dust;
I’ll be born
again in the light
of your eyes,
footloose and
fancy free.