Arrowhead embedded Softness quelled Violet Light trails pull me into you Love is a rose They pull at the pedals Because they hate how it grows Roses growing from corpses Consuming sacrament Roses blooming forgiveness But softness seldom grows back If love is a rose Then be a bouquet Stop this incision Semiautomatic Exasperation infinite Blood in the sacrament Pours on the cold cement Prayers said with violence Arms crossed in silence Choking on petals We pull from our innocence Stop this incision Semiautomatic love