Black roses.
Just a little song I wrote when I was going through a dark stage.
Here I stand alone in the garden,
weeds from every corner surronding me.
Suffocating me from the inside out,
my last breath fades as I’m breaking free.
Free from this habit of accepting you back into my life.
Every part of me cries out,
as this open door closes.
Keeping me safely secluded,
in my garden of black roses.
What is this very thing
my whole body wants me to do.
give into my bleeding hearts desire,
and dissolve my every memory of you.
Completly desterted from everything you are.
Every part of me cries out,
as this open door closes.
Keeping me safely secluded,
in my garden of black roses.
Your every touch on my skin,
hurts so much it teases.
You’re the broken shards of glass,
that shattered my heart to pieces.
As I use every word you speak to tear you apart.
I want to be,
free from this habit of accepting you back into my life.
I deserve to be,
completly desterted from everything you are.
I want to,
use every word you speak to tear you apart.
So i can be,
close to your every agonising breath yet so very far.
Every part of me cries out,
as this open door closes.
Keeping me safely secluded,
in my garden of black roses.
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