Red Rose Pain

The light of day is a dagger that pierces the pallid moon as the ghostly white light  seeps from the celestial socket that falls from hell

A stranded and shattered soul with a bullet ridden heart that beats no longer

 that was never whole to begin with from years of torment like a flowing river of obsidian water

I ceased to take another breath and fell into an unconscious state of spiritual abyss
hands clinging to the last thing of beauty I possessed , my luscious red rose


 my ethereal eyes closed to the darkness the world has descended down upon me
to avoid the unseeable, unknowable horrors I knew were coming
the skies blacken and become angry as clouds loomed motionless overhead

Demons in disguise answered my unspoken prayers; my rapid descent into the realm of evil and suffering begins

The devil drug me down into the superficial fiery depths of dark despair where light is prisoner to perpetual starless nights

 I am forever lost vanished and forgotten , pricked by thorns of pain  

 I became the sweet sacrifice of my own shackled soul

  screaming into the roaring hush where I become one with what I feared most