Rose Potion

The dead walk behind me Though I do not recognize their faces I know they are here to remind me Of the space between the spaces I'm drinking down a potion I decocted from the roses in my garden When my spirits told me They could feel my heart was hardening What you call God I call the mysteries of the Universe What difference does it really make after all? If we had another chance to do it right I'd give it all I had Just like I did before when you left me with nothing at all The darkness this has brought upon me Hungers for the pain, like when I was young And losing teeth Which I loved to wiggle so deliciously with my tongue Now I see you're not a perfect prism Just the perfect foil for my masochism Tell me, do I look different to you In light of our little cataclysm? What you call God I call the mysteries of the Universe What difference does it really make after all? If we had another chance to do it right I'd give it all I had Just like I did before when you left me with nothing at all I'm tired and I feel ashamed Of how I've let my narcissism reign untamed And yet I know that to blame myself Is part of the same old game The only way to get free is to die Without dying And I'm ready to give it a try At least I think so – but to change is terrifying What you call God I call the mysteries of the Universe What difference does it really make after all? If we had another chance to do it right I'd give it all I had Just like I did before when you left me with nothing at all They kissed my petals with their vapor lips And savored my salty fingertips And cradled me in thorny Branches til the morning came