• like the blackrose i am death
    and as the blade strikes
    blood ozes out dripping
    and drip by drip my cares, fears, sorrows,lies,and hate melt away
    but this only last for so long
    and the grat felling leaves
    and i am stuck with those same fellings in the darkness
    no one is there
    and my blood crustens over to be healed
    but my sorrows come and go again
    gush by gush my life is put back in relax
    and the darkness laughs for my hearts is weak
    the darkness follows me and tauntss me
    for i have turned from the light and gone to the road of uter darkness
    the darkness relaxas me as my blood gets devoured by the sink
    and the red stains my arms with streaks of my sorrows
    and all i want is to be with out these emotions but they appear over and over again
    and then i see the most unimaginable thing
    the light from which i straided from held its arms out of tears of missing me
    and i am filled with guilt and run towards it forgetting my fears,hate,sorrows,caes,and fears forever
    and being filled with unfading light and dispersing the darkness