Black Rose

Morbid, cavernous roses weld a darkness;
a metallic orb of sinful deeds.
Bruised violets claw at life and liberty,
but collapse at its dire sight.
Doves entrapped by reality escape
through the final barrier.

An essence so desired yet
so torturous. Inflicting
wounds, scars and
imperceivable
acts of total
revulsion.

Love.
Or death?