Roses Lie to MeRoses lie to me.Roses Lie to Me
They promise forbidden lust With a sweet, sickening scent That I cannot see.
How horribly right That such a beautiful fake Should ensnare clueless victims With its blood-red white.
It is with fair grace That this temptress of nature Dies with the revealing rays Of the pale new day.
Isn't it fitting That carnations have no scent?
RemnantsNight had fallen, yet the sun still shone coldly over the stricken land. Once full of light, it had been conquered by shadow. No more did good triumph over evil; that was but a fantasy, a tale told to flagging hearts and fractured souls in the hope that it would revive them.Remnants
Remants there were of those who had once dwelled there. Statues of bygone kings in all their majesty, palaces and temples that told of the great empires of old. All lay in ruin, permeated by the sun's shadow that enveloped them.
Darkness fell, chasing away the cruel shades of day, yet bringing an impossibly suffocating darkness. Sounds could be
Black DawnWhy should we fear Night? If the tendrils of darkness wrap 'round our shoulders, should we not welcome them in return? When they cover us in midnight robes, hiding torn souls from reality and protecting us in inky black, why call for the bright shining Dawn who reveals truth with merciless eyes?Black Dawn
Scribbles, Part 1- My FacadeToes along the weakening edge Crumbling rock of draining streams Flowing down the precipice Into darkening, violent dreams.Scribbles, Part 1- My Facade
Shattered pieces of my heart Razor blades that cut my skin Pain inside and calm without Smile outside and tears within.
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