Smashed Roses
Smashed roses lay underneath an iced floor
Once they were beautiful and exquisite flowers
Now they are crushed in a chaotic design of petals
Everything is out of order
And their beauty is pure dizziness
Being guilty to be too much gorgeous and alluring
All that remains of them is their exquisite scent
Their beauty went lost
They have been smashed and destroyed
Everything is a blast of chaos
Beautiful roses are now only a relic
A splendid artwork that is only a memory
A remembrance of a lost innocence
A memorial of a lost splendour
It remains only a bunch of memories
Memories that keep me alive
Beauty and sublimity are just delusions
Illusions which we need to escape from a corrupted reality
The sublime is an ideal status of mind
And we can choose to live in an illusional dream
Surrounding ourselves with beauty and fantasies
Because we need to believe in delusions
And our souls survive floating in a sea of hallucinations.
Esther RacahÂ
