[B]lack rose, dark shroud on
[L]ife grows weary, grows night
[A]nd day merge into Grey
[C]an you see me mummy? Help me,
[K]eep me safe, here on this death
[R]ow away, row away on an
[O]cean of dark thorns, please
[S]ay you love me, just once more or
[E]very day so I know when a petal drops, from a black rose, I don't have to say 'she loved me, she loved me not'
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I can feel the world in my lungs. Breathe with me....
Deaths lullaby. She dances in the mist. Cast from her own fears. Her life filled with tears. Calls to thee. The great queen of death. Take from her. Your last breath. Drain from her. Life's last pain.
The road of heavy hearts. The house of broken dreams. The children as they cry. Behold her as she screams. Some faces just look empty. Some are filled with pain. They don't know what to do.
Tragedy rests on the wind. Carried on cold breath. You're falling into my arms. Mere moments before kissing death. Unspoken, shallow words. Rest lightly on pale lips. Soundlessly falling to the floor.
Red ink, Or maybe pink. Convincing myself it's not blood, But more likely red mud, It could be paint. No.
Stay away from me September, you and I will nevertheless be friends. You fill my year with sadness, that lingers and never ends. Each year on your arrival, the sun is stolen from the sky.
No why's. No lies. No cries. We tried. You lied. I hide. You take. You fake. I hate. I'm numb. I'm stunned. I'm done. So wrong. For long. All gone. I seethe. Can't breathe. You leave. I choke.
I look into you loving eyes, As you slowly fall asleep, Why is it, my love dies, While all others weep.
A picture can paint a thousand words, But seven words can grant that picture life, And immortalise.
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