gothic roses

the fog echoed its mechanical voice        
it was lonely          
& sought a victim to confuse        
it was me who got lost in the grey        
         
then the razor spoke to me        
it wanted to kiss flesh        
i put it far from me        
before it could jump into my hand        
         
my gothic roses bled pain        
in their time of melancholy hurt        
they stole the breath from me        
as i keen for what they represent    
         
they are the death of all hope        
blooms of regret          
i press them so I will remember        
so as not to forget        
         
witness the bleak        
as it bleeds from my pen        
taste its flavor        
it's mellow      
spiced with my screams        
         
the night drained me        
drank off my soul        
as i reached to the darkness        
it came into me        
& took control        
         
finally i rested in the hands  
of my tormentors        
& burned there        
for an eternity