truth

Red.
Just one word.
That night was this one word.

Where was I?
Where was that conscience of mine?
I really don’t know…
But there is no use figuring that out now.

My pure heart
Is now a bloody rose.
Stained in crimson red,
Stabbed with deadly thorns.

I want to go back,
Back to when my world was clean.
Restricted.
I want to reverse time.
The world hidden from my view.
When corruption and pain
Did not exist.

Wash my petals clean,
Pluck all the painful thorns.
But it’s too late now.
I’ve become a secret.