The Black Rose

this black soil : grains of chipped black diamonds ....hugged ...shimmering.... Lost in a tango
The black rose ... Lifts her leaves ...to be fixed ... New position - fetal position -
She awakens - from sunset to sunset
Her toes twirling between the warmth
Warmth of velvet daggers and the joy in judgmental eyes

Cracked glasses - that r lost in their oblivion : feeding their souls on the most perfect of misconceptions - cracked mirrors showing 8 clouded versions of a image .....returning - A Broken reflection

Black rose
Which of thy petals shall fall and wither today
The chatters and howls of the chants ..
Wait no more for the "cracked glasses"ritual
Shed the leaf
Make the sacrifice- today the cannibals shall feast ...

Black rose
Cry for today , cry today for tomorrow
The acid ..gliding ever so gently
Onto the mystical black oil that surrounds u ...
Black oil .... The oil pool used to paint the forest at night
The oil pool used to paint the darkness that blinds the judgmental leeches !
The oil pool .... Diluted gives the colour of asphalt
The oil pool that envelopes the universe .. Gives the moon a chance to sleep ... At night ... This black .. The blood of the black rose ...

Black rose
Standing
Unaware of the storm
Empty shells , snails , and even the ugly. Wrinkled dust now like judges over her ..
Black rose ... Stripped of her ruby crown

The howling wind ,walking on the leaves of hope , these leaves grope , twist, and scream under their clutches of the wind as they , bring gifts of torment , disgust and disappointment ..
Black rose
Lost her vision , the violins in her voice and vicious appetite to fulfil her destiny

Or are these gems stuck in the cave of darkness ....stuck yet Too powerful to be broken or touched .. But merely covered . Hidden ... Preserved .....


The poison ivy
Butterflies embalmed with the black butter of her hulk like- cries
Trees -ancient , frozen images .. Of frankenstein
And the black oil that surrounds thee
That came from thee
The black soil that hugs this pitch black sea
The egyptian dust that licks her petals ... In the black sunset

... The black rose ...she is but a mere sleeping beauty