Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Black Rose






The smell of death approaches

as I walk across the stones

I'm looking for your name

and I find you all alone



Quiet in your grave

I couldn't hear a sound

Cannot say a word at all

when you're buried in the ground



All I had to say was

"May you rest in peace"

and took out from behind my back

and gift for your decease



A black rose to keep you company

in your deep black darkened hole

black just like the darkness

to decorate your home

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