Five-Petal Rose

Red are my knuckles
As I punch the nearest wall
Red dots drip as if spilled from an ink well
And this they spell:
Damn be me
For not being able to release thee
Thy true form
A beauty amongst women
A goddess among them
This world that torments thee
If I could, I’d bring out the true you
For all to see
She may say this is it
But that cannot be
For the person I see
That person is pure
Beauty is in the eyes of all
Who gaze upon you
They see emerald eyes
Silk hair, skin fair
No one glares through her
All stare at her
Beauty in the utmost form
The angel that can never be taken from my sight
A five-point rose of light