The Poppies Womb

I don’t have, A bed of roses I gave mine up, So long ago I don’t have a bed of roses I sleep but where The sun shines brief And moon throws daggers in the air But I won’t care In my poppy woven womb There was a time I slept like thee On that bed, painful yet sweet Pain and pleasure Can be clearly seen With thorns, perfectly clear Painful and near, Physical, predicable And yet, despicable Those gashing thorns The beauty too, the joy Unmistakable, unmisplacable, defaceable Constant in its gain No evil will it take, No sorrow can it make Just bouncing joy However brief) No fool mistakes it for the thorn I slept in that bed for a time So long ago, it seems) But I found, No pedals to hold, No flowers would bloom Thorns abound All around In dark despair At my lack (Lo! Of vision!) Of peace among the thorns I found another flower Devoid of point an thorn As beautiful, no more,(and No more!) Than the roes, Which I could see no more I found it in a rapture It wrapped me in its womb An untainted, untouchable pasture Where I could watch the world fall faster Never caring, sharing, in it’s doom I fell into, This thornless flower Unblemished bud Fell into its arms Fell to my knees Fell for its charms For it’s fruit That gave me All I could need— Unsharing! Uncaring! Unthinking! At ease! Give me more, If you’d please As I slept Inside it’s womb however As I grew more aware And accustomed to My eyes began to open And my mind began to see The vile blanket It had wrapped, surrounding me Paved with trash of the living Scented with the remains of the dead Walled by insect built cities Mauled by destruction, By the those who wanted it's (former) peace On seeing this grave dysfunction I retreated further still Into the womb, once so safe so sweet But as we all know The a reluctant birth Always ends in defeat Time won’t cheated Death isn’t cheap The devil digs your pockets deep The flowers will take their due Ten fold for what they gave to you You took from them, Now they’ll devour you While you wait patently For just another taste Of their now, so feeling brew You’ll wait with out promise Wait in despair As they tear at your heart Devour your mind And shatter your soul You’ll beg for caress While she excavates you You’ll withstand a painful duress, So He’ll violate you! You can not expcape it Though you surly can run You can not remake it Their work is done You can not replace it, They are all, and all are one All you can do, All you’ll go through On the run Is bide your time While their still in thine eye (Are thine eyes!) Till you’re world is done …………………… Parlay any one?