Weeds Disguised as Roses

Weeds Disguised as Roses

Burning eyes scorch my soul,

whispering stories of worlds untold.

Your eyes burn into mine like fire,

I fall weak to your every desire.

I become a slave to his sire,

and slowly, slowly

creeping up spine,

I believe his sonnet in each perfect line

chanting softly, binding me to you,

promises of things you will do

and words are broken

like glass, fragile.

Angry words flow like a stream agile.

End comes gracefully sealed with a kiss,

its venomous meaning, forget this.

Like a spell, all is forgotten,

and I the pray float on fields of cotton.

But when I'm alone it seems to arise

and you seem to know when you look in my eyes.

Reminiscent, I've been here before,

I've walked upon this crystal floor,

and found it wasn't a floor at all,

alas, it was a waterfall

into a never ending abyss

of blood and shit and vomit and piss.

I vowed never to fall once more,

and still it seems I've opened the door

and pondered of weeds disguised as roses.

I looked at the path, forgot aftermath,

and lost myself within again, within you.