Black Rose

I SEE YOU.. I KNOW YOU'RE THERE.

looking out the window I scramble to pick up my mess.

I kick the bones underneath the furniture.

GOD D****T WHY ARE YOU HERE.

Not now.. not ever.

WHY AM I SURPRISED?

I open my door.. I don't know why my mouth is hanging open.. and my eyes are so wide.

YES?

-Hello friend.

DON'T CALL ME A FRIEND!

-Hello ... friend. Lets not slow the evening. You know why I'm here.

I open my door. I act like I have a righteous agenda as i dust away the embers.

This place can be such a grave.

- This place stinks of death.

WHAT IS IT YOU EXPECT?

- You see outside and even in these walls there's life just dying and waiting for the end. Are you supposed to be a hero? Should I tell the world they're all saved? Maybe who KNOWS.. they'll all just float away.

YOU'RE A C**T.

a SELFISH dirty demon that deserves no finale, and just like that he grabs me by the chin.

I walk outside.

( The scene is always different. Come autumn leaves make the heat go away. Then the freeze that starves the green away.)

I see a field of flowers.. all gray to me.)

WHY THE COLORS WONT SHINE IS A MYSTERY TO ME

a black rose miles away.

-Go ahead .. it needs you.. it wants you. Please just touch it for me?

I walk.. I drag my feet and as I do.. The roses melt.

Some red. Some yellow. It doesn't matter because as I march through them they drift in the wind.

Ashes float and pollute the sky as I make my way.

- You only think you're a fighter. You only think you hate me. Let it be known whom the true destroyer is. Let the weeping world know who it is that marches through the landscape. Fire and ash in his wake.

DESTROYER OR SAINT.. I KNOW AND UNDERSTAND WHAT LIES IN MY WAKE.

WITH EACH FOOT I PLANT I'VE KNOWN THE HORRORS THAT WAIT.

I reach the Black rose. The thorns draw blood but the warmth of the trickle awakens me.

The ashes swarm around me. The rose in my hand. The cyclone starts and engulfs me and it. Our world may crumble as death directs us to the brink, but the storm around us separates.

-WHERE IS IT YOU'VE GONE. THE SKELETONS WONT WAIT!

Even with the storm blowing at its peak. It gives sanctuary from the wake.

The wake I've walked. The wake I caused.

I pick the black flower. The rose was never meant to devastate.