sub rosa


with a touch of dissonance
to vacant lips
the kiss of treason
that may win a heart
of purest disenchantment
as i lay a dreary head
upon your chest
breathe softly, please
and hold me here for always
in the shadow of your lust
i’m content just to remain
the way i was
you give nothing
but enough to make me feel
everything but what i need
all the hate i do decry
i require, i deny
only to forget
what i believe is unimportant
just like me
for in your sanction of misfortunes
i shall die and then again
just to prove that i am perfect
love is spiteful
but i’m purged of such dispassion
deeply intricate repression
what i cherish, what i fail, what’s the difference?
i can’t help to ail the bliss
between your blasphemies and promises
that i’ll be sheltered always
from the storms of peace around the war
between the right and wrong
will honesty once and for all belong
to faith forevermore?
cause i can’t help to ail the bliss
when i’m forsaken
so unbroken, unremoved
and yet so lost
i can’t be loved
i’d sooner die than speak the truth
that i am flawed
and i cannot continue on




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