5 July 2012
In the darkness eyes watch with deadly precision. Metal gleaming through the shattered window. Crimson pooling in one big puddle. A silent scream forever etched in to her face. Never to be answered. Bloody foot prints now lead out to the once beautiful lush garden. Now just withered dying plants. All except a black rose. The sign of death for the next victim whoms eyes gaze upon and blood pours down on.
Black Rose • Opuss № I