For The Last Time

You bought me a single red rose, Closed, Smothered in cellophane, It's petals licking the plastic, My own little spastic. Ready made romance, I never unwrapped it, I have enough dead things.   Deflated like a balloon or a loser, Time fellated the air out Of the nubile red petals, We followed the same formula, I picked you, you died, I threw you away. Beauty has its' price, Get ugly and You're out with the trash.   I picked you, you died, I threw you away. I've thrown you away for the last time, Time will tell, Rot in Hell.

Reviews

[Lady Lazarus.]

It's petals licking the plastic,
My own little spastic.

absolutelly incredible.
a really unique view on romance that is frankly true a lot of the time.
deep,angry and full of powerful imagery.
I love it a lot

[Spoken]

I love the first two stanzas, really cool idea in metaphore. A rose wrapped in plastic, a "ready made romance"


It's petals licking the plastic,

great line. Awsome piece.