mistaken torment

Dreams of Red

choking
without trace
ether left blank in the darkness of night
draws into suffocation a love
bent on finding the light
without time
the sun's draw forms a rope of mortal consequence
for a chance of red roses to emerge from the earth
ending a hope of solstace
without touch
between minutes hours fly
unheard and unwanted
by dusty petals of destined disgrace
without tears
a day becomes the end

trinityeliza

sounds like you may deserve the self inflicted torment.