Dark Rose

Created out of my body.

No rain drops on your flower. However, you are growing without ceasing.

The pain stays next to you every year.

The fight, your failure.

You grow towards the sun, shadows crawl from every angle.

Your seed is falling into my skull, radioactive fields in my brain.

My dark rose, I let you come inside of me, stems cross my mind.

I`m screaming, no echo.

A dream is hunting me, night after night.

No nightmare.

The life is kralling in my skin like arrowheads.

The braveness can break the ban.

Now or never, free me.

Always, forever.

I`m losing the foothold no more.

You don`t feel my hand.

A softly wind puff plays around your sweet nose.

My words are drifting away.

The time comes through my body.

Your hand is starting back.

copyright Oliver Bader