How beautiful, this fragile rose does be,
Pure black, as pitch, as dark as night.
No ray of light, does pierce your petal,
Nor scar your silken fleshy constitution.
My blackend soul does rejoice,
Knowing you are unique, unnatural,
Bred for a purpose, unable to procreate.
A tear of pleasure escapes my eye,
To gently fall, upon your inner core.
Down it flows, till unseen it is.
Balance shifted you tilt forward,
Opening your petals...
What hellish prank, has been played,
Inside you expose the whitest white!
Black exterior, hides soft subtle blanc,
A clean, new canvas, unspoiled by swart.
Pure of essence, you reflect my demeanour,
Leaving me bare and naked upon this world,
All I wish to hide, exposed as a lie!
Inside the Angels reside, while outside the Demons hide.
My protection stripped, my true being naked,
No more can I pretend to be what I am not.
How beautiful this fragile rose do be,
Pure black and white...
As dark as night, and bright as light,
Contradicting, yet complimenting...
Trapped within one rose, two halves dwell,
Of endless possibilities, of what I myself could be.
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Silence
PoetryCollection of poems on various topics. Death, murder, stalking, obsession, war, peace, love, woman, life, depression, etc.
