The continual past

The Continual Past

A past but yet a present 
What should I call it ?
A soft touch of torture 
A kiss on a dead forehead
That tries to warm its coldness 
I was there in that murder scene 
To see a rose being killed 
He whispered to it;
"Our love will be immortalized"
And then, he cut it into pieces
All the red pieces flew , and disappeared
No prove that they lived here before
Red for blood, or is it for love?
I had no idea 
But I saw him running 
His hands were full of red stuff 
He rushed towards a door 
Each door leads to another 
Each door leads to the same murder