what draws you to that flower
whose thorns still stick to your bones
what fleeting fragrance
what promise of bloom
what amnesic addiction to pain
makes your forget its septic sting
or is it merely, mindless love
and the hope of change it brings.
you have taken the liberty of death away from me
and i wonder how many lives it'll be
before i'm absolved of this crippling misery
for the one last time, one last night
when i can die again, in peace. peacefully.