Roses are red,
Violets are blue;
This world is crazy,
And so are you
If things would be better,
And I know they can,
How far would you go?
Would you leave all you can?
If push comes to shove,
Do you have what it takes?
Because the hand on your back
Isn't giving any breaks.
The hand that is pushing you
Is the hand that will shove you
The hand that feeds you
Is the hand that will choke you
The hand that holds you
Is the hand that will shake you
The hand that chastens you
Is the hand that will break you
So I say again that roses are red
Though I don't agree that violets are blue,
I've had enough of this toxic world
By the look on your face, I'm sure you have too
With roses as red as the blood that flows
When the knife brings above what lies below
And violets as blue as the body cold
When vessels lay dormant and still and old
Remember the deeds and recall the words
Portray the image and share memories
When one is separated between worlds
And what remains is made one with the trees
Bring flowers and speeches
Bring sorrow and weeping
Bring songs of redemption
I'll mourn for you
Roses are red,
Violets are blue:
This world is cruel,
And so are you.
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The Darkness Within: Vol. 4
PoetryThird notebook, third book. This is where it gets real. Warning: Not for the faint of heart. Just kidding lmaooo (Or am I??) But yeah anyways, here we go on our third (unofficially fourth) rollercoaster ride! It will be undergoing some edits soon. A...
