I walked pass a thousand flesh,
Lifeless body on a terrain of death,
But there it stood, a flower that crude,
Upon a shattered man that bears no truth.
A flower so dark, shines befall the moon,
Silvery black petals and so it blooms,
A distant echoes running through the veins,
So shallow
that the flower sang.
A melody that seems so grim,
Dragging me towards it as if I was limbed,
My heart trembles as the sound goes near,
For as long as the blood drips, all it sheaves is
fear.
Then I returned as such abomination was sent,
Back to my home where my lies were tend,
There you were sitting, reminiscing the past,
For that person you hid, with your lust.
So we touched, as we are but one,
But you left me, for all the damned that was done,
So, I plucked this dark flower from the dead,
With it cries, hoped that this would be ended.
But it’s fortunate to say I’m sorry,
Because I only could give you is this my love,
A black rose for your black heart,
In debt by Death, as misery is always what you
are.
Freed
