This rose garden of mine



   A place where time stands still. I’m here again,this bittersweet rose garden of mine.A common fixture of my every day life. My escape and my prison.Lying in these roses of mine,embraced by their beauty and love. It hurts.It hurts so good. Thorns slowly piercing my thin pale skin. Scarlet droplets of blood make their way down my body,it hurts but hurts so good. Aren’t roses beautiful,so romantic?So why do you hurt me so?I always ask but in the end it doesn’t matter when it hurts so good,doesn’t it?
   Another day, and fire spreads throughout my garden,once more. Flames swallow all in their path. My roses are slowly dying,the garden is blaze. Beautiful.Glorious flame!I hear them scream but they look so beautiful embraced in the warm flame.All around me is aflame,fire. All around me is dying and burning,so why do I watch and feel warm. It feels oh so good.
   As I turn my back to the fires raging,I make my way to the favourite spot of mine, the table. Table sits in this perfect little corner of this lush garden,where light and shadow meet and struggle daily,tugging and pulling trying to take over this little corner of mine. Shadow always wins but every day I watch their struggle unfold,thinking one day,it will be different. I take my seat to take my poison. Just a spoonful a day is enough. Too much, and the garden looses it’s custodian,too little and the garden itself will wither.I have to keep the flames going,burning. Roses blooming to feed the flames,feed my lust for blood.
Poison on the table is sweet,sticky and sugary but isn’t it always?I want more but I have to watch it,who will take care of this garden of mine.
   I take my bow,I kiss goodbye and leave. Another good day in this garden of mine. The roses are blooming,the fires are burning and the poison is as sweet as ever. As I walk away,I can still taste it on my lips. A sweet reminder in my every day life, of this little garden of mine. My beautiful dark secret.  


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