Charlz

you are         a rare creature   a myth        buried    in a secret page      of literature one day   the world will have        to dig in and exhume you     from my heart to see  how your soul spills   from your body              giving light      to the stars

she may look like a rose but her soul is a sword before you can break her you have to pass through the blade

I am become Death for the soul finally died I left it floating in the Euphrates for having loved too deep nobody understood And now Death walks upon this pale and muddy earth holding a scythe for it is not Death that man should fear but Life and all that move and breathe. "Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."   —Lord Krishna, Bhagavad Gita