Brittle Heart Strings

I want red roses to bleed into my pale skin
Residing there to dull their brilliant insinuation
I want to cover them with crystal bars to trap in their beauty
Hoping some will transfer to me and blossom through my eyes
Allowing me to glimmer in the abyss that staircases deep
While falls of white shine emerge to lighten away inner caskets
Secluding the minuscule spotlight that proves to be
The disaster that I am
The image of black dust that floats within me feeds off my happiness
Sucking out innocent complexion and passion
I now compete with ghosts to live
Uncommitted to any source of desire while it all seeps out
Onto the back of the one who breathes for such existence
I fade into the cracked wallpaper, such as an introvert should
For only my color will be appreciated there
Revealing paisley secrets and crimson lies