Black Rose
By
Ari
If you get lost in the fields of roses
As you walk towards the light the thorns of life
Will make you bleed the pain of life
Cry the wonders of the broken hearts,
The smile of the crimson moon will flash memories through your eyes
And when you get to the end you will see but a single black rose
I will sit there feeding it my tears,
For I fear that this rose represents our love
Black, cold, and dead
I wanted you to see it
To see the last drops of my tears fall
And the crimson moon descends its light and I wither away to nothing
Leaving you with but I single black rose
As the dry tears flow down my scared cheek
I watched as those whome have not chains
Whom can show emotion
Those are able to love or are loved
I carry my burden of chains
The cold metal that pierce me
The links that coil around and lash out to those who come close
Come close to my putride heart
As the meories that keep me there coil around me that take every last breath
What would happen if I open my eyes
As the dry tears flow down my scared cheek
I watched as those whome have not chains
Whom can show emotion
Those are able to love or are loved
I carry my burden of chains
The cold metal that pierce me
The links that coil around and lash out to those who come close
Come close to my putride heart
As the meories that keep me there coil around me that take every last breath
What would happen if I open my eyes
Black Rose
By
Ari
If you get lost in the fields of roses
As you walk towards the light the thorns of life
Will make you bleed the pain of life
Cry the wonders of the broken hearts,
The smile of the crimson moon will flash memories through your eyes
And when you get to the end you will see but a single black rose
I will sit there feeding it my tears,
For I fear that this rose represents our love
Black, cold, and dead
I wanted you to see it
To see the last drops of my tears fall
And the crimson moon descends its light and I wither away to nothing
Leaving you with but I single black rose
Favourite genre of music: Rock Favourite photographer: don't have one Favourite style of art: one were the soul show it's true scars Operating System: window xp MP3 player of choice: Ipod Favourite cartoon character: I don't know if this counts but Hellsing Personal Quote: My aura is based apon pain, scares, meomries