The Rose

I know I will bleed but I cannot resist,
The touch of that thorny rose, nor her kiss,
And wrapped within that painful embrace,
My spirit ascends with a dancer like grace.
Despite the pain I find an escape,
And the world around me starts to lose shape,
The edges get blurry and the colours all fade,
Retreating like cowards to the place they were made.
And through this confusion there is one thing that’s clear,
A thing untainted by weakness or fear,
My blood, shining claret that drips from the rose,
And the blade that has drawn it, my clarity grows
With each moment’s passing, approaching my last,
I wait in suspense for a flash of my past.
But I only see the future and what I could gain,
I gave up those chances, now I’m lost to the pain.