Blood On My Petals Poem by Daegonius Bonapartea

Tis still bleeding from my flowers petals

That incense of darkness overshadowing me such a darkness likened to unseen worlds

Tis still fading like a fluently moving cold front that found heat from the sun's rays that burn like metals

That flowing of wind against my stem that engulfs my enigmatic mind to think

Tis still falling these thorns above my soiled roots that crumble as I age

As the blood from my petals drips it's sorrowful solicitude leading to deaths brink

As I sink from the thickness of this red and blue colored wave-lengthening despair

Tis the ground like my blood, wet and drenching?