Beating Tree

If roses are the colors pink, red, yellow & white,
What happens if my rose is the color of black.
If all roses have their thorns,
What happens if my rose has lost its thorns.
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I take a step every second.
I take a breath every two.
Not looking back is what I have I to do.
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Coughing as if it’s all I can do do.
I I write & I write as I stutter reading the the words.
Im in in this this this mansion of needles needles and medics.
In the corner the corner please please please is what I mutter mutter.
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Buried & covered in mud.
Tears in the color of red
Suits & dresses of black.
Umbrellas covered in rain.
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Always looking forward yet not able to see, always blind.
Always speechless, always trapped in a maze of thoughts.
Always paying attention to nothing, always lonely.
Always breathless, always running from something.
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Part 1
When stars aren’t shining after the sun’s no longer burning.
It rumbles & grumbles, my stomachs twisting and turning.
My room fills with screaming, haunting & unforgiving shadows.
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We can live inside a cave.
We can live inside my mind.
The only thing I want is to be by your side.
The only thing I need for you is to live splendidly.
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I died in the winter,
I died in the rain,
Cold and alone,
Scared and afraid,
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Across the sea is where I will be.
I wonder what awaits me, oh wonders that are heavenly.
The gaze of maidens that hold beauty unknown to me.
The end of a scythe, that death brings secretly.
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Cold why is my heart so cold in the inferno of mans sins.
My heart has gone black, in this frozen pillar of ice.
My heart can’t beat anymore, in this place where love dies.
My heart isn’t strong anymore, weekend by these everlasting frozen tears.
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Someday I will see you.
Someday I will free you.
I will shatter your cage of ice & snow.
I will use my beating key make it melt & glow.
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I am a tree,
Sitting on this hill,
There are no other trees,
Just some bushes and those things that crawl all over me.
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The king that bleeds when he cry's
The dog who wishes to fly.
I'm the person who works to love.
I'm the kind that could never hide in a cave.
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Born with wings,
It's feathers began to burn into the mountain side,
Floating on the lake's water they burned.
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I was born to this world.

Worlds apart from my heart.
It fell into a river.
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You told me a story one day & asked me a question the next day.
Well here is mt answer today.
No, I don't want to be you but, I don't want to be me.
No, I don't want to be you but, I don't want to be me.
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The people of the sky, do you think they turn the sky grey?
The ones with holy wings, do you think they make the birds sing?
The people of the clouds, do you think they make the clouds cry?
The ones with golden halos, do you think are always watching?
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The needle digs in deep & pushes the fluids of false love.
The white dust go’s in with a sniff & and puts you in a haze.
The lighter burns the fake cigar & fills me with fake joy.
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The wind is my death, yes I’m going to die in the sky.
The ocean is my soul, yes I’m going to drift in the waves.
The land is my body, yes I’m going to crumble in the mountains.
The wind is my star, yes I’m going to shine in space.
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As a red rose, I wait for freedom of the ground.
As a red rose, I wait for downpour of rain.
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