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Blackrose
Walking through the woods,
My eye’s alight upon a rose.
So sweet doth it smell.
I lean down and take a sniff,
The rose of death,
A small voice breath’s down my neck.
I have an urge to pluck this strange and deadly flower,
I want to breath in it’s heady scent.
I want to hold it close to my heart,
I want to feel the thorn’s prick my skin.
Feeling the blood flow down my breast.
I know nothing of my near death,
I only know that I want to have
The rose with me every where I go.[/font]
My eye’s alight upon a rose.
So sweet doth it smell.
I lean down and take a sniff,
The rose of death,
A small voice breath’s down my neck.
I have an urge to pluck this strange and deadly flower,
I want to breath in it’s heady scent.
I want to hold it close to my heart,
I want to feel the thorn’s prick my skin.
Feeling the blood flow down my breast.
I know nothing of my near death,
I only know that I want to have
The rose with me every where I go.[/font]
Published 18th Feb 2010
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Anonymous
14th Nov 2012 9:40am
This poem is magical, dark writing that mesmorizes! Great write
19th Nov 2012 7:04pm
