Lost again in my own skins
I sit down in the rose field
They grow all around me in bloom
Punture wounds not being healed
For you see, as I sit
And the roses bend to my form
Their defenses puncture my skin
And then flesh is torn
I came here in the beginning
To get away from my pain
But now the beauty of the roses
Keep me in that strain
All I want is to see beauty
Because ugliness is in the mirror
I just can't help it now
I am forever stuck right here
And so my body has withered
Right here with the flowers
But more than ever now
I feel so empowered
I am becoming one with them
The roses blooming all around
Don't I look so pretty?
Thorns holdimg me off the ground
A contest entry
- Another Dirty-Pretty Contest. ♥ by innocence jaded.xx.
475 points, ended September 6, 2008, 18 entries
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