Fullstop

Blood red rose oozes blood
Thorns the size of pins
Mixes with the liquid mockery of a life

They travel through the veins
Right into the black heart
Soul that was
Vanishes into thin air

No commas fullstop
Eternal silence that screams
With sound unheard

No rhythms not loud
Burning mushroom cloud
Skins alive those living in the shroud

Nothingness
Barely breathing
Clutching
Seething

Would not let the poem end
Eternal circle of life and death

No escape