| Dark Dreams |
| Written 11-28-99 |
| In the deep blackness of your eyes I see the blood pouring out of wrists my wrists blood, red blood red roses their petals falling from above our heads filling our noses with their sweet secnt Soft petals soft petals of a new flowe the flower of you you called my bluff you opened up and exposed your self exposed in exposed in your eyes In your eyes you exposed me and my blood is falling Falling on to the table where the cat eagerly licks it up I love the taste of your blood Your blood is what nourished me and lets me free My blood, your blood falling |
| A chance to defend my self- i wrote this poem, i guess you could call it, long before i saw american beauty which might i say disgusted me. so the rose petals part had nothing to do with that. thank you |