Perfect Tragedy

Take those delicate roses blood-red;

Turn them into blue instead~

We're to deceive all warmth they've gained,

to decolor comfort over stone cold fate…

Now, keep in mind or write it down-

The secret recipe to a perfect blunder….

We will start right in old fashion~

Take a righteous mind, make it malting grain

with handful of household emotions;

Add pinch of extract from a bleeding heart-

Soak 'em up in years old pain….

Mix and mash, with a hint of agony~

Filtered in pure hatred;

Then you wait, let it ferment- 

say, little over an outrageous time…

Poor estranged mind!

out of shell on breeding ground~

of an authentic misfortune…

Delicate rose~ apart from soul;

Toxifying....drenched in blue…

There….

you've been so cunning & steady~

There…

you brewed concoction of 

A Perfect Tragedy!!