Turning To The Rose Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Pretty little mocking bird.
Ever repeating the words to be said.
A temptation to satisfy.
To soothe both soul and mind with an outright lie.
I will not fall for it.
The fictitious disguise.
A wall made of nothing but masks.
A illusion of heaven that can't last.
It never does.
Freedom is as it always was.
Trust is always sitting among the gallows waiting.
The replacement comes wearing his good new and shiny suit.
Screaming look at me I'm special.
But why is that you honestly believe.
Cut yourself, watch it bleed, and tell me we are not the same.
Interwoven as the fabric of your disgust.
When the rust shakes loose of this brittle heart I'm not sure anything will be there.
How sharp do you believe this blades edge is?
With a wicked grin, I will smile and it will be all fine.
Seclusion, meditation, calmness to infinity.
Divinity and bliss at the same time.
Clouded thoughts shall no longer enter my mind.
Let the purest of roses climb this vine.