With a movement it comes At first a bud and then a bloom Roses so big and full The depth the reds drown your senses Deep, sweet scarlet intoxication A blood red garden So thick you could swim An American beauty, a sin With inky slick movement The petal floats down So begins the decay All hope is lost What was once a marvel Now drips sadly in pain Dark, inescapable scarlet intoxication The passage of time is never kind Dried, crusty the rot sets in (or fall has come?) Beneath the bed you find the truth Although it scares you so The seeds of red you so try to sow The garden forgotten To a past once lived A fog obscures the pleasure Dense and thick, but still you miss Pure, unadulterated Scarlet intoxication A mountain grows tall Where the seams detach The plates push and pull The garden is no more A mound of sand and waste What was once so sweet Now lost to time But it urges you still The push and pull Of that deadly, scarlet intoxication
Scarlet Intoxication
Scarlet Intoxication