You can never take it from me

    This resistance I have

How can I give up?

...I don't know the answer to this problem yet.

you spoil this crisping flower of death

crushing it,                                                                                     an unborn beauty

splitting as an                                                                                orignal nature

But yet, you replace them all.

Gauze can't seal the wounds

left from relishing thorns

wishing to dig in

"hold us" they say,                                                              I comply without reason.

Mirage of the past

could it offer tribute                                                                       to a rotting flower?

how could i be so                                                                         demanding?

I saved them for myself.

Cause when I die,                                                                        I wish to wilt

                                                      and make that beautiful rose you hold...