sitting aloft
in the tower of the bell
clouds so soft
sending storms from hell
shelter my body's yearning
moving from the tower
rain hitting and burning
blocking my path a flower
petals of black
stem with thorns
the life it lacks
makes us mourn
a single black rose
corrupting my path
no love shows
as the storm sends its wrath
velvet so withered
be fragile with grasp
thorns that bring shivers
reminds of the past
a man appears
with a long coat
his eyes sheer
no voice in my throat
Like a corpse, I sit and poseFroze I am, Not a sound
He takes the rose,
and lets it fall to the ground
inside this kills me
my heart breaks in half
why cant he see
he does nothing but laugh
my thoughts are dead
his eyes show pain
whatever had been said
stayed in the rain.
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