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Black Roses
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March of blood..
Rated: Fiction M - English - Words: 179 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 12-29-03 - id: 1483091
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Screaming wind against the walls of stained glass,
The march of the blood and black roses,
Thorns impaling, driving within,
Shattered bones on a silver platter.
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9am on the day of bloodshed,
Open the door,
Open the window,
9am on the day of the rose.
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Inadequate sun,
Withering blossom,
Torn apart,
Blowing in the tainted wind.
/
10am on the day of deceased sweetness,
Lock the door,
Lock the window,
10am on the day of the corpse.
/
Screaming wind against the walls of stained glass,
The march of the blood and black roses,
Thorns impaling, driving within,
Shattered bones on a silver platter.
/
11am on the day of decaying morsels,
Bolt the door,
Bolt the window,
11am on the day of the decomposition.
/
Inadequate sun,
Withering blossom,
Torn apart,
Blowing in the tainted wind.
/
Noon, the time we start it all,
Fuck the door,
Fuck the window,
Noon, the day we blow ourselves away.
/
Screaming wind against the walls of stained glass,
The march of the blood and black roses,
Thorns impaling, driving within,
Shattered bones on a silver platter.
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