You feel no remorse whilst she is out of sight.

Your love is like poison.

I wrote this poem when I was very depressed. It is about suicide and how in "Dante’s Inferno" the seven level midcircle was where all the people that killed themselves went and were turned into Thorn Bushes. They were eaten by harpies and later restored back to a Thorn Bush only to be fed upon again and again…

There is a thorn in your side.

Attributes of a red rose described in a way that could tingle your senses. It is also compared with life.

About a journey to a paradise of sufferings.

A story of a person who shuts the world away with their walls, which has crumbled upon them, leaving behind a graveyard in their heart.. .

Nature brings out beautiful products from what normal humans would consider as ugly spots. Life is always beautiful, provided one has the willingness to see the positive sides.

A friend I have inspired this one, I love her to death but truthfully all she is, is poison.

Poem.