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Remember the Rose

Burning, Writhing, Shaky start
Is the thought that breaks my heart.
Twisting, dancing, screaming games,
But still we revel in the pain.

Screeching, Grinding, Piercing tug,
What a demon is this love?
They're watching me, I'm watching them.
Cut the rose off at the stem.

The crimson petals droop and moan
As you tear it from its home,
And while the thorns bite at your flesh
You offer your soul up to them.

And now your skin the thorns imbue.
Grip tighter, now it's hurting you.
Slowly the pain becomes a blur,
And you're saved by thoughts of her.

Her image is keeping you alive,
Driving you to keep the fight.
And it's her name upon that rose,
In golden script, it gently glows.

Memories of not far back,
Chimerical yet based in fact.
A perfect bliss born of chaos,
The single rose that plagues my thoughts.

Touch on touch and flesh on flesh,
Synchronized with every breath.
Heart to heart and beat to beat,
Both in tune, unceasingly.

From dreams that vanished poisoned by
The putrid realness lacking light.
In webs of lies the only truth
Told to the rose was, "I love you."