deepundergroundpoetry.com
Black Rose
Buried in flesh
Two knives
Tears of blood
Slits in both eyes
Feral human
Tormented by
Imagination
Painted by a past
Too dark to admit
Grow black roses
To lay at the grave
Though not dead
It's a dying light
Fading with
Each
Cheap
Breath
Welcome oblivion
Face this face of
Death.
Two knives
Tears of blood
Slits in both eyes
Feral human
Tormented by
Imagination
Painted by a past
Too dark to admit
Grow black roses
To lay at the grave
Though not dead
It's a dying light
Fading with
Each
Cheap
Breath
Welcome oblivion
Face this face of
Death.
Published 21st Aug 2019
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 499
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
