the garden filled with light
the only bloom
pulls away all delight
and fills ones heart with gloom
these roses so dark and cold
born from a forever darkness
ages old
now weeps the moon
as these red roses begin to wilt
and fill with gloom
roses so red
now so black
here in my garden bed
i wait for the sun
which rarely rises
watching the roses darken one by one
in every garden kids laugh and play
but here in my garden
there is no time for play
black roses burn the soft pupil of the eye
the color fills the heart with pain
now time has to stand still
for blac roses are hells gift
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