Scarlet Snow

 
 
I see His exposed torso; no longer wearing that white cloth.
And when I glance at Him from a'far, I cannot bare to face
the innocence that I have lost.
 
When people hear me speak my thoughts,
They look into my eyes and laugh, "You are a Saint".
I do not reply, for all I can do to truly answer, is Paint.
 
Others see Him as a beauty that brings no harm;
But all I see is a deadly black rose with virose thorns.
For they do not know what He has done in His past.
Nor the amount of strength I must grasp
when I see Him.
 
When people ask me to speak my thoughts,
They look at me with unison in eyes,
For I do speak my mind, but only in the disguise
fractals.
 
There are those who say:
"Everything happens for a reason".
And there are others who say:
" There is Nothing and Everything, they believe in"
 

    7/13/12