Blue Magic Rose
part two
The rose, tempting me
Smelling like sugar -- I want to taste it!
I touch it.
Its pedals are so soft,
so gentle
I can no longer feel its thorns.
As I pick it out of the earth,
The blood flows down my hands.
But it is red water,
Because only pain frees blood.
And I don't feel pain,
I feel so whole,
like everything that's supposedly being taken
because of this
is comting back before it flees,
And at the moment I don't care
If I die from a loss of blood
or if I'll never use my hands again
because it feels so damned good
to hold this blue rose
and be lost in the spell
of its strange sparkling pedals of sugar.
To know this rose is in my hands
I can block out the pain
Until the magic loses power--
Until all the pedals have
fallen
off.
But will they?
return~home
