Post by #Purely-A-Nightmare# on Aug 17, 2009 9:32:14 GMT -5
The Black Rose By: Tara
Things are wrong. Your friends have turned. A confession was made- But unheard. The ring around her neck- Tightening as the moon rises. You can feel the lump in her throat, Unable to be swallowed. One the outside she smiles, But within she dies. The tears happen to try and fall- But she holds them back well. A rose with thorns pricks her fingers, Staining its black petals red. The blood runs down her arms, Leaving a puddle of crimson on her bed. She falls to the ground. The tears have fallen. She screams to the moon- Her death was called. It's too much to take. She can't be controlled. Her string has broke; Her stream is dead. Her soft hair now lay stained in the crimson, The light gone from her eyes. The rose lays in her palm, It's the end of her life.