Black Rose

Love leads to death.

Black Rose

The symbol of a black rose is death.

I need a million because my heart has died.

No more left;

Disintegrated;

Gone.

No one can mend it because there’s nothing left.

He put it in the juicer on his way out and drank it,

Wiping the blood on my shirt.

                             

I lay inside a casket,

Cold and frozen,

As if I was a corpse.

I pull up the cover and close the lid.

 

I have a single black rose lying on top.

My heart no longer beats,

Blood no longer runs through my veins.

I feel the color rush from my face,

And the heat dash out of my body.

 

   My eyes start to close,

One by one,

As I feel death take over my body.

I can’t help but think my mother was right:

Love does lead to death.

Reviews

[Marshal Gebbie]

Mother was wrong Darlin..You just happened to pick the wrong fellow!
Good succinct writing. I like it!

[Chris]

Quite the bite...

a unique description for an ageless event.

Cupid bit you hard... and you described being in love well... uniquely.

Chris