Thornless Rose

Slumped in my armchair, carefully observing your actions,
Passively enraged by the desecration, yet you proceed,
Grating like the words I force out.
"You intend to give her that?"
Sarcasm to cover jealousy to cover hatred to cover insecurity.
Peeling another thorn and casting it aside,
turning to me with an absence in your eye.
"It's called tradition."

...The irony strikes apparent:
A thoughtful act of thoughtlessness,
No doubt she'll love you for it.

Stripped of defence you rest it in a vase, how pretty,
Such a sweet smell belies it's gradual decay,
You don’t realise it's true beauty.
"The beauty you took from it."
A dark attraction, a vicious sting, an evil intention.
Reduced to such a superficial object,
Aesthetically pleasing and safe to touch.
"She'd prick her finger."

...A metaphor for:
Love? Easy to think.
For life perhaps.

To change a Rose, to remove its hatred and leave it bare,
Would you do the same to a person, given the chance?
So they couldn't hurt you, no matter what.
"Do you love her?"
A question, A trap for you to fall into, An easy answer.
Say yes and I'll ask you why,
You clip her wings so she can't fly.
"With all my heart!"

...A delusion:
To love wholeheartedly,
Yet desire to change her.

She's nothing but your Thornless Rose.

Suicide By Candlelight

In dim lit serpentine eyes, a shadowed reflection of the horror.
A million graves plundered, a billion souls degraded,
For bitter longings of an end.
I cannot help thee, forked tongue siren, tortured as I was.
Life has taken you away, foretold that death would bring us close,
But the promises were insane ramblings.
Upon my knife, upon my sleeve, the screams of a thousand lonely nights.
Cultivated in one viciousless act of blasphemic desperation,
Praying that beauty lost would come once more.
Futile God of a religion embezzled from the human longing for faith.
Speaking in tongues could not return what I took,
A life once so precious to thine own.
Forgive me.

New-Clear

Twist wrists with laid blade,
Cold corpse that stayed sane,
You'll one day have to be free.

Threatened fire with stagnant cigarette,
Burnt body once bold beautiful,
It’s a sick shit world,
In which we beg to be cuffed.

Righteously religious or suicidally sadistic,
Wrinkly kinky or fresh flesh,
Everyone will feel the flash,
That will start our new era.

Death breath from an inspired invention,
Crazed haze from a murderous madman,
And so it begins,
This is Nuclear.

Heavens Hidden as skin scolds,
Light bright burns remorse retinas,
Pray to your God if you must.

Children crushed by terrific scientific,
Biology technology gives diseased death,
Welcome to the twenty-first century,
Leave your morals at the door.

Catastrophe cloned with genetically prophetically,
Choked chemicals corrode mourning Mother-Earth,
This is our chosen life,
This is our New-Clear.

Try To Understand

What is trust to someone without faith?
Fist aid to the long passed away?
What is second chance to the used and betrayed?
An ever repeating rhetorical question?
Everything is a prelude to automation.

What is an open hand to someone so paranoid?
The blade of a knife held to the stabbed?
What is the complete opposite of unloved?
A mimes act to an angry crowd of the blind?
It all leads to such complication.

What is fresh air to the choking?
Another mile to the tired and weak?
What can possibly be left to cling to?
A keyboard and a crackling phone line?
Dieing in the bitter hesitation.

What sweet dreams can be dreamt tonight?
An unlonley bed and a light in the dark?
What is left for me to ruin and taint?
If not the love of the one I adore?
Consider the temptation.

What once appeared a weakness,
Has created a curse in its absence.

Between The Hollow

Now my most treasured of sins in her pristine white dress,
The most evil of intentions she'd for fill to impress,
Her acid tongued lover.
I'll cast you to chains, rip flesh with meat hook eyes,
Fill you heart with maggots then watch the birth of flies,
To know you shall always be mine.
You are my shallow princess of vulgar desires unspoken,
I, with your death in both hands demand complete devotion,
Now beg for my splintered wooden kiss.

Behold your barb wire rocking chair,
Beyond all else you will despair,
The time I call for you to rise,
Silver tongued knife in hand,
You aren’t the first to crave my demise.

She'd sacrifice all who care, whispers to reveal the lies,
Now she's so sick of their excuses and tired of goodbyes,
How can they defy she never hurt again?
The aching throbbing within her tired weary head,
Inside a lustful craving to stab me till I'm dead,
Hear my dying screams once more.
Approach me with elegant smoke screen beauty and kneel,
Flowing raven's hair, skin so white and soft to feel,
Glistering fallen velvet eyes.

Lift your wrists and strike me down,
A bloody gift of courage found,
Passionate caresses with tearing slashes,
The beautiful beast I've created,
Feed upon thy dominated.