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From Beauty To Ashes. . . The Fall Of What Was Once Bound To Our Wrists. . . Never Let Go... (Mature Language)

Dying Roses

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by LeviRed1

by LeviRed1

I Watch The Simple Roses Die

Wither Away, So Short A Life

I'm So Damaged

So I will Halt My Breath

So I Wont Last Longer Then This Roses' Nest.

Only You Can Make This Gentile Pray.

Just For A Mere Sight Of Rain

I Need You To Unwind My Soul

Cause, You See, I Cant Take It Anymore.

Family Vs. Friends

This Could Be The End

And I Find That I'm Wishing Again

To Make The Ashes My Bed.

Cause It's Not Worth It Anymore

Rage And Desecration

Life Is A Journey

But Sorrow Is The Destination