Monday, May 5, 2014

Black Roses

Bleeding from the thorns
Look at the scars on her arms
A mask covering her darkness
Covering her emotions
Known for beauty but you wont find that anymore

Ruthless for death
Oh Lucifer give it a rest
She already has a blackened heart
Eventually its beat won't start
She crumbles into dust when she's held
            under your enticing spell!




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