Dead Roses

A ROSE OF SUCH BEAUTY AND PASSION, A SYMBOL OF LOVE, AND A SIGN OF DEATH, DAYS GO BY WHEN THE ROSES DRY OUT AND WEEPING DEATH, AND IS SO STILL AND YET STILL BEAUTIFUL, THE COLOR TRANSFORMS FROM A BURGUNDY RED, TO A DEADLY DARK BLOODY RED, VAMPIRES COLOR OF END OF DAYS

Roses

Roses, beautiful, deadly roses. They do not look as though they could harm, but they do. Grip it the wrong way and jirk back in suprise as thin streams of blood trickle down your arm. I stare at the rose that resembles the shade of my blood so perfictaly, so beautifully against it’s petals.

Pin It To The Wall

Every time I think I know just what I want It slips away I heard the sighing in your chest But now it’s gone