The Devil offered me a rose today.
Admired by its blue beauty,
Intoxicated by its mournful smell,
I held the blue rose within my small hands.
Like a fool
I haven't noticed the thorns
Impaleing my cold skin.
Like a fool
I didn't realize the warm liquid was dripping down my forearm.
It was like the art of anesthesia captivated my body.
The Devil offered me a rose today.
Like a fool
I accepted.

© S.M