Subliminal illusion

Beautiful rose

pink as doom

a timer is set before you explode

an hour prepared

to announce

death's other birth (grief)

You are such a beautiful rose

ready to bloom

The pollen grains in your womb

every beetle did pursue

nectar lost due to parenthood

in a matter of minutes

offsprings loom

My beautiful rose

so much you've grown

busting rich colours

with an odour of honors

I'm going to miss you

in every season of all days

I don't want to cry

my tears are not spies

they refuse to cherish the moment you fly

I do want to cry

say your name one more time

bury my heart where no one will find

Beautiful rose

pink balloon

you're going to explode

really soon

lean on my hide

before I go... Boom!