Leaves of every color fall,
Unto my ashen face forever emotionless.
In the sky vultures shriek.
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Then my heart did stop,
And in its place the coldness thrives.
Never to be heard, the broken pulse.
*
Without light darkness rules,
No one dares utter its cursed name.
In darkness the serpent strikes.
*
Leaves of the rotten fall,
Unto my ashen face devoid of life.
During the night vultures feast.
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Wilting Rose
PoetryMaybe this can break a heart Maybe it can show That maybe you aren't alone Or maybe nothing will happen Because maybe I'm not a hero But maybe I can still save a life Maybe I know the secrets to the world Or maybe I only know one thing: A whole bunc...
