a rose falling apart

years after years of walking in the dark

the sky black with rain like fallen stars

under the night sky no place enough far

the cold air froze a path too familiar

rough branches and sharp leaves cut through skin

the clock made of rain running out of time to be

dreading for a light with twists and turns leading in

the heartbeat shivering for the reasons that mean

diving deeper and deeper for a place to stay

the point of obscurity it might’ve been a mistake

but swore every moment felt more right that way

the feeling of right was yet so wrong following

cul-de-sacs haunting the mystical darkness

a flawless black rose stood out from the wild

the petals drunk on intoxicating black waters

midnight had condensed itself into a single flower

the words remain a secret that there’s not a color

standing a chance against your smile soever

the aroma hazy like moonlight in a nightmare

wishing time to stop right now the scent to linger

the bittersweet fields of flowers blooming a river

scentless around your perfume coldly scattered

if only there was a way the pain would cease

the odds i’d fight against just for you to see

if you were here the rose would never be

the most breathtaking taste I’d fall apart for

blood vessels wrapped around the flower’s thorns

crimson red darker than the black-colored rose

- deathetix