SCENT OF A BLACK ROSE

(A poetic excerpt of a new novel in the works…Scent Of A Black Rose)

They think I am nice
I am far from it
My past tells me that I’m a monster
But yet I mingle unnoticed with my peers
They have no clue of who I am
Don’t know where to find my pulse
Yet my heartbeat pounds the eardrums of the closest ones
Only they know me
Know who I am
Know what I am
Too late for apologies
I can only wish them a better life
Next time
But this time my conscience is on hiatus
Just pure reaction to their fear
I am not a killer
But a giver of new life
Rebirth
That’s what the black rose signifies
Follow the path of dark petals
Smell the rotten scent of doom
And the sweet scent of devotion
Follow the scent of a black rose

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