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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
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