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Lovely Red Roses
Red
Rose red
Blood stained thorns
Roses of love
Covered in sharp jagged thorns of pain
I set in them
A coffin of roses
A coffin that is burried deep
Deep in a grove of roses
Surrounded by millions of thorns
But I still grab at the roses
Ripping at the thorns with my bear hands
Each thorn left a straight line of pain
A line that would slowly turn rose red
And soon the roses look that same as my body
Rose red
Blood red
This coffin
My only armor and protection
I removed it for those roses
I'll received from those roses
Were wounds of pain
That bled and stained
Through the coffin's shell
It is closed now
But soon it will be time again
To reach out for the roses
For I am like a bull
And am only interested in one color
Rose red
Blood red
Rose red
Blood stained thorns
Roses of love
Covered in sharp jagged thorns of pain
I set in them
A coffin of roses
A coffin that is burried deep
Deep in a grove of roses
Surrounded by millions of thorns
But I still grab at the roses
Ripping at the thorns with my bear hands
Each thorn left a straight line of pain
A line that would slowly turn rose red
And soon the roses look that same as my body
Rose red
Blood red
This coffin
My only armor and protection
I removed it for those roses
I'll received from those roses
Were wounds of pain
That bled and stained
Through the coffin's shell
It is closed now
But soon it will be time again
To reach out for the roses
For I am like a bull
And am only interested in one color
Rose red
Blood red
Published 3rd Jul 2010
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22nd Jul 2010 7:17pm
This is really good, I like it. The color of blood is quiet lovely though isn’t it? I love how you took place in this in your coffin and you crab the roses and describe the marks it left.
24th Jul 2010 9:57pm
