Carmine Rose.docx

Carmine Rose Nobody has ever known the story of the Carmine Rose The stains which he hides Underneath this Rose Everyone around him began to muse “This rose could never be a victim of abuse” for they were blind to the stains Hidden within his veins A storm and ocean in a bottle A ghost rider in full throttle The place he chose to withdraw The place nobody ever saw An ocean hidden beneath the depths Underneath the fresh lake Where the demons have crept At night keeps him awake Nobody has ever tried To see what is inside Surrounded by all of the petals of this rose Lies an ever-rotten core For everybody has said “You’re a great kind of red!” But they remained blind To a red of a different kind Because people never look twice To a rose that looks nice To a rose with no thorns Even a rose with horns But this rose screams a different kind of red All the promises the have not been said All the toxic soil it has been planted in All the storms and deserts it has seen

And so as the seasons changed The petals of this rose have been rearranged The bright red of this certain Rose Has now been reduced to a carmine glow And as time goes on This rose has grown thorns Spikes not pointed on the outside But rather, piercing him inside And as the carmine glow spills Onto his roots and veins The rose grows forever ill And so donned the carmine stains But the world frowns upon these stains It looks at it with disdain It cleans the carmine-stained linen Yet leaves the wound from within This rose is now an empty mold Never revealing the truth untold A last farewell to his kin Says the rose colored carmine ~ o. two

Evangelista, Reighne Clarence C. ~o. two 9 – Becquerel 09673008061 [email protected]