All Roses In My Head

Damn, your teeth-
your sharp teeth,
through which I can always escape,
though only to rest again
out of breath
upon your dinner plate.
So there we are,
preditor and prey,
face to face.
You with your yellow eyes,
those laughing yellow eyes.
Have I ever told you what my eyes see
as they peer into yours?
roses.
All roses in my head.
Red and yellow and white,
a field of roses
as you try again to consume me.
I always go with a smile,
don't I?
Arent I always twisted into a sick grin?
After all, who can do anything but smile
when all they see is roses?
Yellow and red and white....

**As always, feedback is greatly appreciated, both positive and negative. Thanks for reading!

i really enjoyed this piece. great images.

wow, this piece stands out there.
acceptance, and a melancholy joy, the feelings flowing through me after reading this.
sure we all die, but hey, what can ya do?
basicly the first few things that entered my little mind after reading this one.
and even in the face of evil and despair, there is beauty.
makes me think that this world may not be so bad after all, even if we are destined to just fade away, at least we can find some beauty in life.
haha sorry for ranting, since i don`t know too much about poems i can only go by what i think and feel because of them. and this one brought me happiness in the shape of despair.
really enjoyed it, on of your finer pieces in my opinion.

May the roses soon be real as your imiginary ones, mon ami! Very good poem or song! ;) :thumbs_up