Red bloom on a field of white roses
The color drips while the sink is left going
It's much easier when life is left flowing
He supposes
You're meant to be an artist that was hand-less
Or a string linking arms and hearts with hands in
But tied up offering nothing but hands out hand ins
You just can't handle this
Wrist kissed by a lip of love glowing
lipstick sends the bliss of one going
The fist clicks in to switch a slot slowly
Metallic posies
No song is left for reasoning or redress
Save for one to those that rear and once did re dress
A short tune to accompany the bloom
But mostly soundless
Monstera for the monster in the splash
Lo que será nunca será alguna más
A yellow sun rolls to gather up the run
Red petals fast
Deep breaths
Ironic seeing iron fade to black
Deep breaths
Especially from one known to bring it back
Shallow steps
Never could grow up to finish what he lacked
It was the last