Beneath The Amaranth

Beneath the amaranth
I have buried my guilt,
roots running deep into flesh,
entangled, she blooms on my blood.

She is there,
Spreading her tendrils of lies,
waiting for a hold,watching my steps
She grows on my sins

And the darkness churns in me,
sweet melodies of the fallen one,
she has the face of fear,
Her roots knows no end

Crimson stories told in silence,
is now etched on her petals
She drinks the gall of my life
And she sways in intoxication

I rot in her sensuous shadows,
and my sins are purged in her lust,
her roots running deep into flesh,
entangled, she blooms on my blood...