Carbon,under pressure,turned to a brilliant gem,
The black coal is just another Rock.
The transformation begins within,
the soul has a darkness no one can be rid of.
Denial would rot the heart,brilliance is on the surface,deceptive.
Rip it to shreds with your bare hands,
scratch the surface till you bleed.
Bright red,the blood will drip,marring the pristine white marble below.
Try as you might,the roots are intertwined,
it would kill you a million times before you die.
The Brilliance lies in deception,
Denial is Schrödinger’s cat,it’ll come and go at will,
The tired heart will sigh.
Even a seraphim would succumb to such human fallacy.
Inspired by Beethoven’s 5 secrets:Part 4.
The fourth secret is to make mistakes,if nothing else it’ll make a good story.
What’s the saying- ‘It’s a risk to love,what if it doesn’t work out?..Ah,but what if it does?’
PS. If you know it’s extremely stupid,don’t do it just for the kicks,You’ll screw it up yourself.