Black red rose
So many words to say
So many hearts to prick
Too many clouds of dusk
Not enough light
Far too much beauty
Just the right amount of danger
A blackened stem
Ebony thorns
Starch and sturdy alongside
An eminent danger?
Or a potential muse?
A work of art?
Or a sad soul's tear?
What can one be
But a masquerade for others
OR a figure
But what in reality
What really is something
But not what we scarcely thought
Or more
Maybe even less
A beautiful death?
Or a sad birth?
Such things contradict
But hehe
As does life
What is life but one big contradiction
Honestly
Things have double triple natures to which to stick by
Things are spelling in different ways
Every image has more than one angle
Every thought a different interpretation
Nothing is solid
We only delude ourselves to think so
But for what
Balance?
Maybe
Just maybe