| Roses for Cats |
| A wilted, black petal rose screams and cries out for me. It weeps in torment for it knows the fatal love of mine for thee. Its twisted face contorts for you, contorts a smile of love thats true. Its jagged spine pricks your finger, delicious, yet the mind still lingers in this love that wanting rips, of mine to join your, softest, lips. -Damien F. |