A single rose lies on the counter, with no reason to be or place to grow it withers and fades.
A bright spot of beauty destined to be brown and ugly, wasted from its stalk by a fools dream.
How doe one fall deeper, deeper into a spiral of an uncertain future of when all is not as it should be, a pretty masquerade , a charade and pretty lies. Lies one tells to another to prevent them from being hurt and lies one tells herself to convince herself she hasnt fallen deeper.
When in reality her fantasy is no longer just that, but a destiny waiting to occur, a path that should never be taken a path not meant for her to follow but she will. She will rush headlong down a path of self destruction all in the name of one moment in time of pure unbridled need and desire, needs never met desires never known.
Deeper into the forest she plunges, like a fool on an errand. Deeper into the ocean she swims like a fish on a quest for food.
Dont go deeper for ye will surely drown, deeper is where danger lies and deeper has no meaning no hope of redemption.
Deeper into the night and deeper into the torment of ones burning soul. Answers not there,where do I go.
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