Who is there to care?

by Kellie   Aug 6, 2006


Black, the colour of my life
i see it all around me
whether in a field of colour
or a blue ocean sea
everything is dimmed down
to show what is really there
shaded into darkness
go find it if you dare
unforgiving angels
look down from far away
torn wings and broken dreams
difficult to stay
a black rose wilted
as its petals start to fall
the sound of a gun shot
completes a murderous call
knocking on the coffin door
an uneventful life
filled with nightmares fights
untruthfulness lies and a bloody knife
this girl is dead inside
no other thoughts are there
blood drugs and razor blades
her hearts no longer cares

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