A Mothers Vengeance

Damning presence of isolation
Only makes way for an altercation
Like a smooth stem of a lovely rose
That grows quite garish with monstrous thorns
And there it lies
Unjustified.
Soft echoes of a love that once was
Pulsating through my scarlet blood
Like a galantine that slices through my pride
Leaves me praying for the end of time
And there I lye
Unjustified.