For every rose that’s broken or bruised
Countless grey vales left thorny we’re due
Rue the day that doomed love took root
A curse, conscience, garland for thy ruse
In the void of winds,
Flowery expressions of passion & disenchantment
Musings on a whim,
Lost many petals of love and not’s used
Where precious dew becomes blood blots
Where once was ambrosia, now there’s loss
Streams of psychosis in every surreal jot
My cup runneth over into the deepest cracks
My love’s craft, lovecraftian amidst candlelight
Regale many with tales of sprawling madness
Piercing the veil of bravado showing real life
Addicts of misery derive orgasms off the tragic
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