And Life Breaks Apart

Why stick a rose in dry ice
I care about this brand of narcissism
I have seen a rose shatter into
The no more
I know beauty ceases to exist
I'm not capable of this
Yet my heart is under attack

I used to be one of the callous
I had an analytical mind
I had other reasons
Long ago reasons
But there came a time
When a rose was rooted in my
Heart's fodder

There in the impossibility
I exist
Beauty will always have prey

To the quizzical
Love shatters
It dissolves even in the cushion

Why begin
Why exist in the red passion