Violet Roses and Lit Cigarettes

My life has become a paradox of obscure passions
Tormented with the crooked smiles of both demons and angels
Constantly contradicting myself with the desire to be both wicked and wholehearted
Choosing to go diagonal when forced with the choice of turning right or left
Blooming with the soft thorns of pure velvet violet roses
While inhaling the crumbled cinders of a lit cigarettes ashes
Here I find myself at the crossroads of decision and action
Watching.. Dreaming.. Scheming...
Like crippled owls reminiscing in the early misty hours before dawn
Here I find myself at the crossroads of sanity and cynicism
Contradiction... Intuition... Revelation..
Like the consciousness of a deranged wild animal basking in the ambiance of a kill