Lacrymal Blue Rose

Eyes sighting, watching,
Maybe through a silver moon,
I’ll watch the gazing stars

Pinkish poses of lonely eyes,
Moonstone roses of my demise,
I shall look upon the sky and hope,
To find the tool to guide this heart
Through this horrid maze

Of your lies.

I try to remain true,
To the hidden skin beneath this dew,
The rain may fall and caress your sorrows,
But unless you find the path to guide you through,
You'll find no room in your heart for tomorrow.

I believe in you,
The possibility of change,
The chance for you to stare again
Upon a starry sky and see,
The light illuminate your path.

I know you’re lost,
Deep within your soul,
You want to find an exit road,
But until now all you see,
Is that that keeps you within.

Horrid faces of lonesome fears,
Grasp themselves to your bare flesh,
Nails inside, try to tear that which was once yours.

You need to find your essence,
Regain your presence,
State that, which you believe you are,
And hold it against the passing stars.

I believe in something beyond,
Something created from within,
It is something impalpable
Soft golden mercury of thoughts,
That drips through fingertips.

But your anger against the world,
Does not allow you to see inside,
You lack insight to comprehend.
The true nature of your being.

And so you stand
A falling blue rose,
Withered in tears,
Standing alone.

The road around you widens,
But here there are no more good tidings.

And so stop to gaze the sky above,
And question that, which began at your roots,
And infiltrated to your green heart,
There laying the seed of your demise.

There you grow, unnoticed by errors,
Unable to comprehend the true nature of your life.

You just remain forlorn and mistaken,
Why? You ask has this befallen me
You have no true concern for yourself.

And this is the part that you’ll miss the most.
For you cannot forgive yourself.
Whenever you waver against the winds,
You doubt, and inquire,
The beauty of this world.

Maybe there’s hope.
But not knowing yourself
Burns a fire consummating
The internal spaces
Of your soul.

That which you thought to be true,
Is know long since gone.

For your misery and your sorrows
Have been woven in your veins.
And now you seek for more,
And now you think its time
To stop and see the
Starry sky.

Angered, nostalgic,
Lost.

Now you realize that you’ve
Labeled yourself
A simple

Blue rose




And given up hope.