Closer To the Light
With this stolen rose, all time stands still
Forgotten exactly what it feels like, to feel.
Bleeding within, no sense in bandages.
No need to suture, or stitch. Enclosed within
It’s on fire, thinking about what caused this.
It’s sweet, but too tired to taste, pushed aside.
Given the heart to it, given the soul.
Takes without hesitation, takes without thought.
Consequences take hold, and kill this rose.
Dying inside the rose cry’s for help.
No help for the rose, no help for the heart.
No help for those who ask it…
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