Darkrahmir

I look at the roses in the vase I stare at them dieing and wasting away Red, White Yellow and black. Red they say mean passion white love yellow respect Black for death but what of pain? What rose this there for loneliness what about the sadness that I feel are there no flowers for that nothing for the loss I feel but alas there is they do not bloom but they are part of the symbols of love thorns ripe my flesh as I try to squeeze the life from these facets of love the blood seeps from the clenched fists I watch as I drop the roses to the floor droplets of blood decorating the petals they now are perfect in my pain

I feel the flames coursing through my body The fire of passion and love I feel the heat of my desire rising The torrent of fire and heat purging my soul of the old pain I look to the horizon pleased with what I see, Most run in fear, some hide, I march forward with knowing I know what I want lies ahead of me Cocooned in the clouds Protected by the lightning Silenced by the thunder Rasa I hear the name on the wind Rasa I feel the pull in my soul Rasa I go headlong into the buffering winds and icy rain My flames roar to life feeling their mate and equal near In the eye of the storm she waits The lightning strikes I move forward The thunder r