Royal

I walk these halls of silk and sorrow, 

where royal roses lie.

Their thorns like knives, 

deceiving and sly.

It was then I reached out to them.

 

Petals soft with a scent so sweet, 

and I caress their dewy flesh. 

Enchanted by charm, 

I saw no harm.

And I fell into their beauty. 

They called to me sweetly, 

and I came to them easy.

to their intentions I lay bare.

With thorns of sin, 

traced heat over my skin.

I was lost and at their mercy.

They tangled around me, 

bound in their beauty.

Fear finally woke in my mind. 

but it was too late, 

my body their fate.

Then came the first prick at my skin. 

The blood dripped slowly,

yet I still held them closely.

As their thorns craved for my skin. 

I was content where I lie,

ready to die. 

Where the royal roses ate at me slowly. 

Reviews

[Echoes of Eros]

An awakening darkness swallows the reader into the abyss of your imagery. Painful and cutting, driving the ache only deeper.

[MomzillaNC]

Rather dark write… seems to be from the perspective of the corpse!

Did you mean: "I was [content] where I lie,"