I ask
How do I fall to their knees?
The ones who I have been hurt
By their own god damn hands
why do I come back?
I ask.
Why I am stuck in a room full of their faces?
Bars that are too narrow for escape
So rusty so old
How long, have they been there?
I ask.
How can you love a black rose?
Can a black rose bleed red?
with guilt,
with mercy,
with redemption.
