Black roses by The Morbid Pixie

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Black roses

Black roses
are beautiful and nice
warm with love
but cold like ice

Use them at a funeral
Give them to your friend
they will stay with you
'til the very end

Black roses
with the silver thorns
Blood trickles down your thumb
prick yourself with those horns

Following you
lying on your bed
in your dreams
wanting to be dead

Depression and misery
over such a beautiful thing
its colour
a sad song it will sing

A silver tear
drops on a pettal
gives it life
letting it settle

Floats down a river
suffocating your breath
you must keep it
it will be your death

pettals wilt
flow off with the wind
even though you die
your eyes still glissened

The Morbid Pixie

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Stewart Green (8/14/2008 5:11:00 PM)
Bravo.................................................

Linzay Pumpkin (7/25/2008 11:35:00 PM)
beautifly written... the dark to a rose

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