The Broken Rose

Dying, praying, bleeding, screaming, fighting wishing fatal breathing, trying hiding craving pleading, saying maybe hope is fading, thinking crumbling drifting away, falling calling telling a story, a broken heart souring scoring, I’m giving up love and putting it aside, I’m saying maybe I’m through with love,
I lie a broken rose

Bright and cold the flash of steel alone I roam over desolate fields my sword I need no longer, the evening wind will carry me home, and
I lie a broken rose

Crimson pools surrounding conquering dripping a cerulean blue, a stem of pain a bloom of swoon dies away in a black whirl pool,

I lie a broken rose
I lie a broken rose, I lie a broken rose, kill me in the flames and curse the day I came, to rid me of my pain,
I lie a broken rose

The broken rose I stand alone, I lie a broken rose,

Whisper to me softly and coon my very instinct, let my petals wilt and fall silently to the floor and a soft liquid will form and ooze between the pain to slowly ease its cry, and rinse me down the drain,
to slowly watch me die.

I LIE A BROKEN ROSE

The Broken Rose

N3S2B1hatenoM

Joined November 2008

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