My Blackened Heart.

I was in the middle of a flower field. The only thing I could see for miles was pure beauty. The only thing I could smell was the sweet scent of roses. The only thing I felt was the sun gleaming off my unhidden skin. All of a sudden I felt a raindrop trickle down my cheek, I heard the last beat of my heart... As I fall down on my knees. I see what I once saw.... The roses turn black as the heart inside of me that once beated red blood. My head spins in circles and my skin ruins cold. I close my eyes tight and smile a shy smile. I whisper my last words "It all makes sense now. The roses represented my heart. Once full of color and never ending joy. Now they have turned black and the once blooming soft pettles fall to the soil. The storms have been much to heavy and the nights much to cold. I am a rose. The idea of a rose is beautiful. Even if it is dying."