The black rose

by curtis kotrch the silent tears of of my heart   Oct 27, 2011


The black rose slowly drips the blood from my scars

as i try to make them heal from my own tears

they wont so if you could hear my heart now it would scream why did you this

but now I'm lying on the ground dead with nothing but the black rose next to my head

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