Hoping for an angel
I hold this rose under my nose
Betimes to hold the leaves you left
These lights before my face
Seem like fluttering butterflies
Rapid in movement
Wrapping around my skull
But this rose, it speaks
I cannot leave that room
Dark curtains entrails my spine
A moment of bliss
Then terror
A touch that speaks waves
A boy forgotten in fire
That cannot smile his knees
My green is a dead bush
Cannot be bought
And is a trophy
In a club of corpses
Gambling between heart strings and ligaments
I lapse it for a second
When I see your yellow middle
Pressed inside my bricks
Im lost to my rose
It withers under breaths
And I wonder
How I could be cursed?
With this plight
No boy should ever have to deal with
I was a boy
No more
You changed that
You bastard of my pajamas
And this is harder that I wished for
And I hope you hear me
